Sunday, November 27, 2005

Want.. Need..

I Want.. I Need.. Some Love.. Some Deed.. I Want.. Your Heart.. I Need.. No Hurt..
I Want.. To Feel.. A Love.. So Real.. I Need.. To See.. Your Love.. For Me..

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Bursting heart...

I have this feeling inside me that I cannot let loose
For when I do, I know I cannot choose
What to do, what to say, I want it to be spontaneous
This feeling I keep inside me, it's dangerous

I smile just once, after getting to know her
But this smile hasn't ever left my face I gather
I love to hear her voice, her joy, her laughter
This love I have for her is like no other

When can I set this feeling free?
If I don't, the only loser is me
My heart is filled with joy and glee
Because I know, I know, she's just like me

Did I mention I was happy?

Yes I did! But let me repeat that.. I am happy!! :p

Sunday, November 13, 2005

........

i'm happy.

:p

Friday, November 11, 2005

Longing for...

What's the difference between missing someone and longing for someone?

You miss a person when you have had time together and you have shared memories. You miss someone from kindergarten or elementary. You miss your cousin from another country. You miss a friend who has not written you a letter for quite some time now. You miss an ex-girlfriend with whom you shared intimate moments.

Longing for someone is more than just missing a person. When you long for someone, you cling to a hope that you will be together and spend time together again, no matter how little that hope is, and no matter how far-fetched the idea is. Longing means you care and hope that you two could be somthing more than what you two are now. You long for something that has not happened before, but hope will happen in the future.

I miss someone. I long for her too...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

A Recurring Dream...

I see myself in a strange place. This is my second time in the same place, same spot, at the same time. I have visited this place once before... another night... in my dream.

The first time, I was alone. I was looking for a way out of that place, back to somewhere I am familiar with. But I am stuck. I have tried every direction but I always end up on the same place, same spot, same time. It frustrates me. And then everything fades and I wake up.

I have never thought of that dream again until last week, when I dreamed the same dream. But this time, I was with someone. A girl. I did not see her face but I was holding her hand the whole time. I walked around trying to decide which direction to take this time, as I recognized the place. Then I saw someone familiar, an uncle. I approached him and he pointed me to the east. I know it's east because the sun has just risen from that direction. I asked him why he does not get out of the place and all he answered was, "I'm addicted to it". He looked happy. I started to freak out so I ran to the east with the girl in tow. I saw mummies on the side of the path and when I tried to walk through it, they started pushing me towards the ravine. So I turned back and faced the girl. I still did not see her face but facing her while holding her hand brought me a certain peace. I became calm. And smiled. Then I woke up.

I wonder. I think I know now what this means. But I also want to hear your interpretation. Tell me what you think about this recurring dream...

Saturday, November 05, 2005

unspoken...

there are so many unspoken words between us. there are those that i am afraid to hear. there are those that i'm dying to hear. but we will not hear them. because silence is our refuge. i look at your eyes and speak to them. the eyes are the windows to one's soul they say. i see through your eyes. i understand you. i know the things that go through your mind. at least some of it. there are many things i want to say to you also. but they do not need to be said. you already know. because you know me. you know the words even before they come out from my mouth. you read my mind.

these words will remain unspoken. until such a time when we are free once again. if that time will come. if not, then they will forever be buried in our memories. unspoken words are more powerful than those that are spoken.