want to find you more in my memories
Little trinkets of dusty pieces
as how they come,
You're the buried gem

Would you reply
if I
say "hi..."?
On this day,
which just happened to be
--Valentine's day...
No, I don't want to say the greeting,
or to ask you to roll in the occassion...
Or to make the event a play,
plotting you into my ploy,
Dear me, no... never that daunting...
never to lead you on...
I just...
have been missing you...
like sedated...
afloat mid-air, --levitated...!
Ever since I met you,
yes, that  meaningless banter,
you stole my heart and I want it back,
so that I can give it to someone new,
...
or else you'll keep me forever,
in this aimless,
foolish...
insatiable, endless,
thoughts of you...

Been thinking of you...
It just happened to be
this Valentine's Day...
--...

To hide from the world
and not tell a single soul
and not one single accompaniment
and not one single self but my own
And that's fine,
for its soil is the richest to my needs
for its songs are all I can sing...
Not to tell anyone,
not to be found by anyone,...
not to update anyone...
Not to be cared by no one...
Where peace lies, unearthed, unshattered,
and happiness is simple on its own
...

Bright and lovely
and exciting!
Then time passes
and the colours seemingly lose their excitements
all done and licked
tried and tempted
What's new?
Then some are darker than others,
all shadowing and dull
Then you'd wonder are they the true colours
But, they're not
Shine and polish
your mind
the colours are the same
Just pick up your stained glass from your pocket
and you'll see the colours you choose
Bright, colourful, ... and excited!
As they once were to you
As they have always been...

This is the life you chose
is it lonely up there little star?
clinging on your little bursts of laughter
of the people who drifts in and away like the wind
magnetic
offering rides to those who accepts
but
it's the loneliness you chose
using and discarding what goes and not your ways
everyone is a resource
who knows the depths of your soul?
I doubt even you do...
so stop complaining
because what you want is not companion
not even yourself your whole life can satisfy your longing
there's not one to blame
there's not a point to look
because you're not looking,
you're running and you know it
leaving everyone behind
chatterer, the moment's stranger, that's what you do
but it's nice isn't it, little star?
that's what you'd call success?...