Why

Why do people leave
And take my heart with them?
Does it bring them joy
To know that my soul, bedlam

Were the stars not enough to keep you,
The dizzying heights of bright
Was the ice not slick, the cold not fright
The Christmas tree, a bit too slight

Why do people cry
It wrecks my sane facade
I wish that we could talk it out
Without the tears on the esplanade

Were the promises not enough to keep you
Futures, the ones that won't come
Could our unrelinquishing grip
Exhausted ambitions, fingers gone numb

Why do people go
While I'm all alone, cold
Do they hear the crack
The sigh
.
.
.
Of a chasm gone untold.

Home

  home

   həʊm

    noun

1.   1.

     the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

Do not ask me where is home,
That is an answer I do not know.
Is that the land I choose to go
The starry nights far from my abode

Is it the culture that strives to be?
The assimilation, desensitisation,
De-nationalisation - Of my identity?

Is it the place where family is but,
A past in the mirror, a future to come?

Why do I not know home?

Why do I not know home?



Why do I not know home?




Because home is not but a place,
Where you are warm, where you are safe.
Home is not but a place,
Where you keep a job, your worries erased.

Home is in the heart,
Of the valleys and springs,
Traverse the cobbled path
See what street lamps bring.

Home is where the stars whisper
And the moon beckons.
On the wispy gales of sleep,
You're counting down the seconds -

The seconds to adventure,
The minutes to knowledge,
In the hour whence you've travelled,
Ignorance has fled the gate.

Home is your whole world,
Therein where your feet stand
Past down the empty vineyards;
Cathedrals; churchyards;
You gain strength

Home is where you grow,
Where humility is stowed.

Therein should my legs give way,
Know this!
That I'll always,
Walk until I see the light of day.

Oceans

I want you

Yeah I want you

And nothing comes close

To the way that I need you

I wish I can feel your skin

And I want you

From somewhere within

It feels like there's oceans

Between me and you once again

We hide our emotions

Under the surface and tryin' to pretend

But it feels like there's oceans

Between you and me

I want you

And I always will

I wish I was worth

But I know what you deserve

You know I'd rather drown

Than to go on without you

But you're pulling me down

It feels like there's oceans

Between you and me once again

We hide our emotions

Under the surface and try to pretend

But it feels like there's oceans

Between you and me

I want you

I want you

And always will

It feels like there's oceans

Between you and me

Choices

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world,

but you do have some say in who hurts you.

I like my choices. "

- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Cassius:

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

But in ourselves, that we are underlings."

Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141)

My Coherence, My Insanity, My Clarity

"Our memory is our coherence,

our reason,

our feeling,

even our action.

Without it, we are nothing."

- Luis Bunuel

The past reverberates in the hollow halls of my heart.
Every picture, every item, every moment.

You can never find love.
It finds you, when you least expect it.

It guides you by the hand, patient yet firm
Until the muddle you encounter in the murky depths of confusion
Centrifuge into a point of clarity

Words said, actions done, yet affection was the glue that kept this ship from sinking
We trudged on into the unknown abyss
Eager yet contemplating
Jumping yet afraid of falling

For the first time in my life, every second was magical.
The simplest ramen dinners
The Sunday mornings
The cakes that lasted all afternoon and evening

I'd never want to turn away.



You asked me why I did it. Why of all days, why on the most important day.

I lied.

And you hurt.

And I said it was anger, that you were leaving.

And you hurt.

And I took it for granted.

And you hurt.

And I smashed it all.
Justified my dank actions against a backdrop of self-pity.

And. You. Hurt.

Once you're gone you will be off to chase a lifetime of dreams encapsulated in a job that will bring you around the world.

I will never know what it will be like. I will be stuck here, alone, forlorn, living in a place you hate, hanging on to shreds of memories that once so beautiful, stink of regret and sadness




Now you're gone.

And I hurt.

RISKS

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool,

To weep is to risk being called sentimental.

To reach out to another is to risk involvement.

To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.

To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive.

To love is to risk not being loved in return,

To live is to risk dying,

To hope is to risk despair,

To try is to risk failure

But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.

The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing.

He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.

Chained by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited his freedom.

Only the person who risks is truly free.

至少曾勇敢地爱过...

若没有当初那些错

我应该还不懂珍惜的理由

不甘寂寞 狂妄在人群里走过

才认清爱的面孔

而你是风雨之后的彩虹

竟让自由漂流的我想停泊

所有经过 在别人眼中多荒谬

却是铺排着你我的邂逅

手颤抖 别惶恐 我陪你找回爱的节奏

路有多陡多折磨

你依然有我的承诺

爱情 里头其实只有你和我

其他的认不认同都是泡沫

哪怕 再多负面形容 冷言嘲讽

不该把爱的权利剥夺

爱情 里头真的只有你和我

就算是梦也至少曾拥有过

不轰动 却留下回味无穷的线索

至少曾勇敢地爱过