dry-cleaned.

God is one interesting novelist. as i flip the pages of my own life, i can't help but fall into a spiral of thought-evoking chapters. it has been an awesome travelog. past tears, and experiences paved the footwalk that led me to the present that i am so grateful for.

once a puppet, whose strings were held tightly by guilt, fears and past recollections, i'm now free to laugh, to smile, to watch the bluely cotten candy above, as i lay on the green fields, fearless. silly me has finally found the courage to be happy. for three years, i was convinced that i did not deserve happiness.

i wouldn't say that i had not been happy, that would not be a fair statement to pass. i was happy, just that happiness never seemed rightfully mine. all that i had, my love, my joy, my life, were under scrutiny, yet my kite never saw the fear that lived and thrived in me, it was a severe case of parasitism. today, i've finally let go of all those possessions, those i could never once call mine anyway, to live only in my skin, with zero baggage. call farewell my fear removal tool.

everyone is finally smiling now, and i'm finally safe, right where i am.

life is beautiful, it had always been.

life unwrapped.

nothing will take away the pain that i was once a joke to some. nothing will take away the broken promises, and unfulfilled callings of love, but all these no longer matter.

the fields are now of a vibrant green, the skies are clear, i see the blue fading off to a sheer shade of purple. i cannot put in words how fortunate i am, contentment is mine to keep. i am happy because i've all that i'd ever wished for in this world. it is surreal. it is unbelievable.

diary room.

my ticket out will be valid in under four hours. this little town of pink fantasies and soup parties will be fondly missed, but even my ineffectual sanity will not wish to miss this departing train. so, what's left to do, is to continue packing my bags.

this town is home to my diary room, where i pen my beautifully incoherent thoughts and colorfully blurred sharings. the friendships i've found here rolls me laughing to tears on the ground, and fills my proud-to-be-bottomless-pit stomach up to its brim with candy and chocolates. together, we become sillier, be in awe as we limp along to the music beat of mr.squarepants.

a minute back, the hippopotamus who sits next to me called me a plastic, from head to toe. it's a truth i can't deny. i'm the barbie doll that they love and adore. i shall remain bimbotic and live up to our legend.

i love my neighbours of this town, and distance's not going to change that.

take care yeah, muacks.

sea of red.

the sea of red. its familiarity is undenied, yet it comes brand new to us, dressing us in red blushes, and warm lushes of charm.

visibility haze.

i can no longer see my kite of auburn.

money tree.

my money tree needs to sprout a few more buds and flower soon!

the ipod photo and powerbook/mac mini are driving me nuttier than nuts.

call them my motivators. thou shall strive to water my money tree daily and watch it feed me full!

grins.

passed you by.

farewell to my kite of auburn tints, which i'd flown and held on tightly to, for three years.

it has been a wonderous journey,
but i shall finally take my rest, close the tired eyes,
and watch you roam the cities,
of clouds and angels.

bless you.

therapeutic aroma.

the faint scent of him lingers in my skies,
his heart that watches every step i take, forward, and back,
his eyes on me, not ever resting to take a blink, a wink.

i'm soaked in a warm fuzzy bubble bath, is this what love's all about?
yet i find myself slipping away, sometimes, unknowingly, in written silence.

on the stove.

you have put me in a blaze,
i'm on fire.

you know the exact notes to hit,
you play that wrecked melody,
yet i choose to keep the peace anyway.

forgiven, and for you, it's always forgotten.

bath bestowed.

drowning, i'm all soaked.

sunscreen of faith.

it's only through faith in Him,
that fear disperses, vanishes, and sets your soul free.

wrecked in burns.

fear.
it burns you inside out, and corrodes your mind.
it makes you hide, it makes you run underground.

time does not rid fear,
logic does not tear fear apart either.

fear thrives, simply too effortlessly.