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Listen to my silence - This voice that speaks of nothing. I had the words you left me with, But those were the only words left. Your bistre hands held mine for too long And tonight, my heart is heavy. This is a feeling that lasts for one song, maybe.

-7/5/13

if you could see the wounds carved at the back of his hand, and the way his lips are stained red, or hear the voices in his head speak louder than the Sun. he tried to contain his thoughts in a glass jar, but words are sliding into the drain, words are sliding.

-5/20/13

Thoughts of you at the back of my head. They’re still there. The shape of your words in the space of my heart. They’re still there too. I feel your presence in your absence. The effigy of hope, the litany of dreams. You’re still here. You’re still you.

I write of a brighter day when the dawn breaks and the walls are falling. I write of better times when the clouds sink and the seas catch fire. I write of a journey unforgotten when the ground splits and we're buried like broken stones. Tears dry off from the heat and sand runs through my fingers, but I write of a stronger me, even when my bones turn to twigs and head to dust. And when the city refuses to sing and the trees refuse to talk, I write for the fear of silence. When promises are broken and hearts slide off, long like the river, and when all this, and love too, destroys us, I write with reasons to heal.

Through crevices, I found You.

Tell me about all the little lights that illumine your soul. How they burn stronger than ever while you dance your summer in the rain. You said This was the road I took, this is my path; here lies my Faith, my visions made of gold. Then you asked me of my dreams and I showed you the swirls and marble. This is my story. I wrote it for you. I could paint your frown on a canvas, and weave secrets into my hair. Keep twining them like they were yarn - loop after loop. Tell me how each one of them takes me back to you.

Awake today to find pieces of you, like fragments from a broken dream, scattered in between heartbeats and wine glasses.

Sit quiet for a while and watch the ships burn. Sit quiet for a while and watch the city sinks. When all is monochrome and this world is ending, Sit quiet for a while. Sit quiet on the sidewalk and let go of that hand. You’re on your own now. When cracked lines on pavements don’t tell you where to go, Sit quiet for a while. Sit quiet on the days you keep in solitude. Days when desolation is a way of finding yourself again. When Hope is lost, and Hope was all you’ve got, Sit quiet for a while.

-25/10/12

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I had a dream about you. We were on a planet with no one, leaving footprints on its shores. I said to be careful of the tide; for the seas could drown you, and this heart may fool you.

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In a world of scattered hopes and dreams, sometimes even courage can’t hold you up. Gather up the pieces as we go; time is all we need to figure this out.

Tune by tune, we stitch together a melody. Slow down, I’m falling behind by a beat. Take two steps back, and a step forward. Can we continue this dance if the song had no name?

One. Two. One.

The city is decorated in bright lights and glitter. Forget about promises made under the moonlight; they carry no meaning if the heart’s all monochrome.

A jar of Hope; twist silver cap for luck. Little hand reaches in, searching Faith. A touch of cinnamon on an empty promise. Better not pick the wrong cookie.

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A train ride to Seoul, a magazine that reads ‘Fast, but Slow Life’, an attempt at figuring out lyrics that never made any sense.

None of these add up together, like red shoes and tuxedos; but they seem to fit all the same.

From painted sceneries to loud, rhythmic sounds of the wheels; everything in sync. The snores of worn-out passengers, the cries of a child, the sighs of a tired traveler.

None of us bothered.

Back into the busy streets, where the city never sings and the lights burn through our hearts - a hundred-eighty from the countryside.

- 7/22, 2012

in emptiness lies a need to keep you around. should i stay and let this heart decide? stitching feelings into words, our worlds are becoming like patchwork. we slide off like the river, long and gone.

what would become of us tomorrow?

-6/7

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