A drunken soul asked me:
Will you marry me?
His words slurred however his intentions were not blurred as they spilled out of my delicate sleepers mind.
Suddenly that one question seemed all too real to me
and I smiled.
I smiled a thousand suns and a million other galaxies because of the one question.
Will you marry me?

Suddenly the images of a bright white wedding dress bombarded my vision,
the silk like clouds,
and a prominent black suit stood by its side.
Faceless yet I knew who it was.
Then the vivid daydream ended,
and I found myself sat on my bed,
in front of a phone,
typing,
'not quite yet we're too young baby **'.
Yet that answer felt wrong.

Saying yes would mean the world to me.
But being 16 is a number that marriage would regret ever meeting.
Age is just a number right?
But when it implies the world's prominent questions...
Age is a limit.
So I said maybe.

Maybe.
Maybe one day.
Maybe today.
Maybe next week, next month, next year.

But for now,
how about we settle with a promise.
I promise my dear to always love you,
cherish you.
I will never cheat.
Lie.
Or steal your love.
I am yours and you are mine.

Will I marry you?
Yes.
Just some other time.

Sunshine
Petals
    and
Rainbows
I
N
       my
Garden

No time left
And confusion
Now seems
All a sweet
Illusion
These
Feelings'
Collusion
In brains
I won't
Let it get
Into veins
There's
No real
Pain
It's only
Artificial
Caused by
Fears
And caused by
Indecision

the code to my heart
doesn't respond
so easily,
it takes a gut
to build
a strong bond
between
falling each other
or just liking each other

sometimes
it just follow
wherever flow
it may tell

or just
maybe,
somewhere
in that footprints
that cage me in to you...

The world
Is like
A huge carnival.

Everything is known
Yet not everything is seen.

Everything is behind
closed tents
closed curtains
closed realities.

And can only be opened,
by magic
by dreams
by deadly secrets.

Everything is a performance.
One that is shown
for the world to see.

To know,
to appreciate
What is under the sleeves
of magicians,
clowns,
and gypsies.

All these became a spectacle.
A presentation,
to talk
to chatter
once it is over.

And when it finally
disappears,
It is void of color
of fun
of secrets to reveal.

The only way to get past,
is to let yourself be fooled.

So come on,
Enter the Carnival.

And see for yourself
the beauty
and darkness
of the it all.

Please come again.