The wind smelled of her hair that day, a world far less perfect without her. I began to find her in everything, the rain, the stars, the trees, the moon. It all whispered her name. For that moment the flaming memory of her wrapped itself around the universe, speaking to me in the language of ghosts.  

She has no idea how beautiful it is to love her from a distance.

and i say love, let you and i carve something more infinite than our names in history. something more eternal for us, for you, my guiding light,  snow glide, bright eyed in an ice-dust glitter

like a heart as a safe harbor, shores crystal, smooth as a glacier: no treachery, only home, with us together, we could stay like this forever

let the world vanish with all its beauty, all sequined in frozen dew, all fearless in its freedom. you, a lost ramance language, all blaze and light and passion as the icefield flows.

in its own strange way, to its own strange music, so slowly, so softly, i swear the world stands still.

soft cries
in your arms
silky layers
covering our secrets
murmuring words of
affection and love
let's be together,
your hand in mine
until the world is gone

Dear myself,
Thank you for surviving all these years, even if we know that we're struggling.

Thank you for being strong, to face all the problem, even if we're the only problem.

I know you're tired, me too.
I know you're hurting, me too.
I know you're barely breathing, me too!
I know you can't even show your smile anymore.

But, thank you for already survive these hard years.
Thank you.

Walked on every city
  with signs I cannot understand
Spoke in a language
  I hardly can hardly pronounce
Loved people
  with broken hearts
yet I ended up with
   myself
    alone
      atlast

most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.

My favorite
songs are the ones
that make me forget
what silence sounds like.

he may be the head-over-heels
this-time-it's-real
what-the-hell-do-i-feel
kind of in love with her;
he may be the lose-his-mind
without-her-shine
create-a-world-within-her-eyes
ki­nd of in love with her;
he may be the always-and-forever
nothing-better, scarlet-letter
kind of in love with her;
or maybe he's not.
who's to say?