it's five o clock
yes in the morning
birdsong has woken me
an hour and a half
before my alarm
was supposed to
even after another
terrible night's sleep
to-ing and fro-ing
with tossings
and turnings
staring into the blank
of ceiling and wall
not enough comfort
or perhaps too much
on this slumped mattress
to slip deep enough
beyond those initial
stages of slumber
down into REM
i'm surprised to find
i'm not as angry
nor as drained
as i thought i would be
at such premature awakening
i can lie still
untroubled for now
contentedly listening
to the chattering
of these feathered neighbours
an avian symphony
of movements manifold

I only dream of you sometimes

My dreams about you are interesting

It's like falling through Singapore skies

I sometimes have similar dreams about you too

It's like falling through purple-pink skies

Guess we talk to each other a lot

I never see you in person
Hi
I only hear the notification
Hi
I never hold you
Love
I only see the text message
Dear

I love you

Can't remember what happens, but I remember a similar concept

<3

Sounds familiar :)
So familiar

I only dream of you sometimes
But I love you always

The pale blue
that filters through
my closed curtains;
the sting of light
as it pries open
my eyelids,
one at a time;
today, i am alive.

I forgot to be happy
On something I should
I was eager,
I forgot to smile! in order to chase something bigger....

Today when I can't decide whether
I lost or I won
Hard to gather my self....
To keep fighting!
For every step,
For your next move, when no one is around you!
I ignored to be happy!

Suddenly you are awake, by reality of your situation.
When you konw, its really different to hold.
Hard to breathe, heavy heart, blurry vision
Then that things which you ignored initially,
Is the only reason for happiness
Today you are left with!

your greatest attributes were in fact
just me!

it's in  the mind
of billions of stars
some make it till the end
some lose its way
be that as it may
it forges them eyes awake

I lay still, staring at the ceiling
It was all dark; no colours, no feeling
A constant thumping in my chest, the spirit wasn't leaving
Moonlight shone through the window, soothing quiet screaming
Body contorted, agony was unveiling
Put me to sleep: I closed my eyes, pleading.