Princesses with long hairs and crowns on their heads,
wearing floor-touching nightgowns,
while being guarded in lavish mansions,
attending classic dance balls,
crossing paths with anticipated kings from certain kingdoms,
and ending up marrying one of them—
oh, the cliches of fairytales.
But if I was to believe in fairytales,
and the beauty in the stories;
if I was to avow my conviction toward the idea of a magic lamp
and the...
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
The Ghost in Distance
Had I never pressed the playback button, I would never have to find myself crawling out of the pain caused by the absence of the figure I used to consume day and night—the pointy edges of your shoulders, the messy hair strands of yours, and the pair of lips that goes in accordance with the motion of your beautiful but piercing words.
Had I never laid a hand on the camera, I would never have to find myself digging through the...
Friday, July 8, 2016
Why Did You Ask?
Why did you ask me to explain everything in detail, when your mere presence already brings me into a state of loss for words?
Why did you ask me why I was acting weird, when your attentive stare is what makes me wonder how should I behave?
Why did you ask me if I was sleepy, when I would never want to close my eyes with you in my sight?
Why did you ask me to rest, when your shoulder is where I would lie my head onto?
Why...
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