raindrops on my roses.

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“Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.”

life. People come and go.

So after Bangkok-not-so-dangerous with Rissa, I’ve been meeting up with my friends, getting busy with work, castings, photo-shoots, playing lame-ass games on facebook, and avoiding myself from being intoxicated. And oh well, drunk people look ridiculous anyway. I know because I had my fair share, ‘nuff said. 

As one who reads her horoscope religiously, the Pisces may find that the “X” would always return, and well for my case it’s a 9/10. So yeah. Met up with S, and we talked a lot. I cried buckets aftermath, and he was nice enough to have sent me home. But after that day we never spoke a single word. He confuses me, even after 4 years.

” What is life? I would say, life is like a bus ride. You can’t control the way things go, because you’re not the bus driver, you’re not the one navigating the way. Sometimes the journey seems like a long way to nowhere, sometimes the journey takes on the similar route you go through everyday. But with every ride, you meet different people. Some would just glance past you, some take a look but never stepped forward, some stay for a while, some stay longer, some avoid you.. At the end of the day, you get down the bus. You say your good-byes to the ones whom entertained you while you were on that bus ride, you glance past those whom you didn’t even spoke to. And some people who’ll get down with you may be on a similar route back home with you, or some people will be going via another route.”

People don’t stay, for eternity. There’ll be a time when one has to leave, there’ll be a time where you’re to be alone. And it’s not up to you to choose. You can choose to navigate how you want life to be, but there is never “ guarantee”. 

Such is life. We spend half our lifetime looking for something, or someone to complete us, but some die incomplete. 

So should one just be independent? I may have some bit in my blood, but truth be told, sometimes I feel empty too. 

But

I fret not, because I believe I’m not the only one.

But.

I do not wish to die “incomplete”.

I’m still searching for that missing piece.

What is it like to be “complete” ?

Skeletons in my closet.

Have you ever felt so much pain that your mind just shuts down?

I love you.

it’s time to face the music, I’m no longer your muse.

I didn’t want you to leave.

I never did.

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you’re my sunshine, my only sunshine.

you make me happy, when skies are grey.

you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,

so please don’t take my sunshine away.

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As I lay my head against the pillar, I felt my body tremble and tears ran down my cheeks. Here I am again, back to square one. Back to the days where I was broken and emptiness devouring my heart. Wait. Do I even have one? I’m so numb I can barely feel anything. Everything feels like a dream, I’m still in shock and this resistance to accept the fact that he’s now not part of me is devastating. 

He’s my partner, my boyfriend, my life, my joy, my tears, my everything.

He was our world.

But he left, and now I stand alone.

Alone.

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