In Memories

When I was but a little girl, I thought,
what if I did not want it to be the last, but you did?

Nee, did you manage to hear my voice?
That time, when you asked.
What did you think of?

But you know, this time, if our paths ever cross each other again,
I would always take it as my last,
and whatever you want it to be,
it's fine.


This is ridiculous,
people tell me that.
But that's fine too,
for you are mine,
in my memories.

Funny

It's very funny, how our mind works, that it is not about the concept, not the truth, but the belief.

How dangerous, our mind,
why, doesn't it mean it is very easy for you to be deceived?

But then, again, it's very funny, how this mind trick works, because it is not about the maleficent, nor the defrauders,
but us.

Us, who strongly believed this was what we wanted.
Us, who wrongly estimated our own capability, to deal with, not the impossible, but the pricking thorns.
And, perhaps, me, who in the end, doubt herself.

It is such a pity,
when a carefully-arranged bouquet, thrown to the trash,
in a second, when you decide you don't want it anymore.
Withered, shrivelled,
but still, a pity,
to think that for a moment, a florist carefully crafted the cut flowers, trying out different looks, feels,
hoping that it would bring a momentary joy to someone precious.

After all this time, though that is just how it is, it is still hard to believe,
that once you don't believe it anymore, everything changes.
From day to night, light to dark, love to hate.

You poor soul, ma petite chérie. Courage, réjouis-toi!


Thereby,
just like your scent,
memories, swayed by the wind of time.

Illusion

Things are not as much as it seems.
Not as easy.
Not as happy.
Not as different.

It's a bit funny, don't you think, this brain of ours.

The Paths

Aren't you the one who always pride yourself with being independent, only do what you want to do, and brave enough to jump when it comes to an end?

So why are you still walking?

Do you even know where you're going?

But seriously, you!
You need to hear me out.
For once, reason with yourself!

To be forgiven, you should forgive first.



Where do I start then?

I don't even know if I'm blind or not.
How do you forgive things you cannot tell anyone about?
And why, do you ask?

Because I don't want to hurt people more than they already have.
So let me just suck it up.
Like an adult.
Like it was nothing.
Nah it's in the past already.

You ask me again why?


Well, fuck me, right.

Getting back

So tell me again,
that what is yours will be yours eventually.

Tell me again,
what's your resolve?

Tell me,
your lies, your weakness, that bleak heart of yours.

Where exactly are you going?
For once, you should stop looking for excuses, and do what's right.

Le Temps et L'Amour

Some say, chemistry is just around the corner, if you would just look.
Some say, falling in love is a piece of cake, it's just a moment away.

But not timing. Timing is a bitch.

You know,
it's just like when we found each other.
Why we cursed her.

Like how she carved these two diverging pathways.
Just when I thought you walked away, I blamed it all on her.
I turned around and refused to wait.
I thought I was doing it for good. Or maybe, a mere revenge.
And without realizing, we had walked long enough to find our paths intersected.

But well, it doesn't matter, does it.
Soon enough, without any hard feeling, we would continue walking on our own anyway.
And it went so well I forgot about the curse.


But hey,
you there,
are you okay...?

Despite what had happened, I still wish, with all my heart, you could find a piece of happiness.

Because maybe, just maybe,
timing is not a bitch,
she's just unlucky enough to tell the truth to us
who are desperately holding to this vague little thing we called happiness.