how does it feel
when someone loves every
little
piece
of you?
even the broken parts.

along with my useful lively self
i stroll the path of faceless crowds
they might not know me
I might not know them
but I'm glad as I watch
them do their story
and I on a steady phase
create the background
of my life,
the passerby...

It is painful to know that it's too late
It is painful to know that it must be fate

Don't plan things ahead of time
Being confident is a crime
Because things don't go your way
And I consider us like night and day

So close yet so far
I'm still waiting for the wishing star
Hoping that someday that my wish will come true
Making the best decision at the right position right beside you.

In my journey
       there was you.
the unknowable item
    or the unforeseen someone.

I've always knew you were there.
watching, listening in the far corner.

You're the darkness I tried to lighten up.
No matter how much I tried to fuel up
I came out, almost dried up.

You needed help,
I needed help,
we are both, lost soul.

Listening to a song for the very first time,
and holding hands with someone new;
scribbling messy handwritten notes in your favorite book,
and hearing the words,
"You are not alone."

The feeling they bring is fleeting,
I know,
but it is one you are capable
of experiencing none the less.

-k.w//little things

'Tis the season to be jolly
But why only now
Why not everyday
Why are we so happy during Christmas
It's the time of giving
But why can't we give on normal days
When there is no occasion
Why do we need to celebrate it on December
Why on the cold seasons
Why can't Christmas be everyday?