So, goodbye

Those days where the mind could run wild and freely across an endless tapestry of imaginations
Those days where the fingers could type furiously across the submissive keyboard
Those days where there were no consequences to the frequent explosions of the hidden feelings

Those days have come to an end.

Those feelings remain rich and vigorously bubbling
Those fingers are still robust and ready to go
That mind is still very active and alive

Yet a keyless lock has been secured onto them, on it engraved, 'point of no return'.

I guess it is better this way.

so,

Goodbye.

Window of opportunity

That window of opportunity

So tempting.

Yet I took a deep breath, and let go.

Too afraid that a thin thread would form into a bridge, into a highway of disaster.

Reminiscing

I marvel at the expressions and imaginations that I could pour out so naturally.
Now, it has sort of left me. Maybe it's the time spent differently, the thoughts lingering in another direction, the emotions not fluctuating, thus not stimulating the poetic side of me.

Sometimes I still wonder why.

The answer I still do not fully comprehend and might never fully comprehend.

I just look to the only wise God and praise Him.

一日不见,如三秋兮

One day without hearing your voice,
Is like a spring without birds chirping.
One day without seeing you,
Is like three autumns passed.
One day without touching you,
Is like losing sensory to winter cold.
One day without kissing you,

Is like a summer without sweetness.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Ah, so very true.

Candy floss

Love is like candy floss that melts in your mouth...

So sweet to the taste,
so soft to the touch,
so fluffy and delicate...

Warming up that heart,
Slowly coating the heart with sugary scent,
Gradually melting the heart away...

And then it all evaporates away...

...

等待...
是蛮痛苦的.

思念...
实在令人心酸.

...

How hard is it to say, " I miss you"
Yet how easy it is to let you go

How fast it is to let happy moments go by
Yet how easy it is to let sad moments linger on

How hard is it to say, "I love you"
Yet how easy it is to let chances go by

Inspiration... nil

Need I inspiration
To write the pain in me
The loneliness
That laughter gone
That mischef lost

Though I have peace and quiet
Though emotions stay at bay
Though no drama is set to be aired
I still miss something...

Maybe I need inspiration
To put all my feelings into words
To string every bead of thought into one
Maybe I need inspiration
To pipe that stream of thoughts
From my heart into a visible realm.

Yet now all I can do is..nothing.
Because you left
And you took my inspiration with you.
Leaving me with mere memories that pierce deeper into my pain.