you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

6:41:00 PM
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
bop to the top
did some spring cleaning in my room yesterday. found my long lost pair of glasses and this wonderful wonderful Disney classics which i forgot that i ever had. gosh. talk about rapid transportation to my childhood. i think i've been holding on to a lot of things, which adds up to the clutter to my room every single year.

be it a single candle or a flower from a long-gone bouquet or letters and postcards that have grown old and musky-smelling- each holds a particular memory, a special momento at a certain part of my life, adding up to who i am today. so, it's hardly surprising that i'ld be traumatised by the suggestion made by parents to throw out my collection of childrens' stories [which has taken up about 1/3 of my bookshelves] for i've grown up with them, cultivating a love for reading which i would not have otherwise. i still read them once in a while when things get bad and when i have to remind myself that i could always teleport myself to another place, another century, another person just by flipping a page or two.

honesty is the best policy