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.



caught in the middle
11:08:00 PM
Thursday, July 02, 2009
bop to the top
i've found that if i don't talk about the plans brewing in my head out loud, they'ld most likely work out on their own, as long as i don't open my big mouth and blabber about it. maybe i don't like people expecting me to do things- added pressure to make sure whatever it was i said outloud happens. or maybe i'm just superstitious. or maybe i'm just unluckily prone to disappointments.

i've found that SOME people have a tendency of repeating themselves despite the fact that SOME of us actually do have ears and can hear very well thank you very much. SOME people forget that SOME of us are actually 30cm away and don't appreciate being shouted/bellowed/hollared at like as though SOME of us were on Jupiter.

i've found that sometimes admitting you made a mistake isn't really always best. it's better to stretch the truth rather than getting into deeper shit.

honesty is the best policy