Of School and Unfun classmates.

gone are the days of living euphorically nocturnal bat-like lives, drinking till six in the morning, waking groggily to smell alcohol on your loved one's breath, rolling closer to smell his worn off cologne and falling back asleep squirming annoyingly close to him.

School's started for a week and still not used to it.

The sweetest thing.

I would take the stars out of the sky for you
Stop the rain from falling if you ask me to
I'd do anything for you, your wish is my command
I could move a mountain when your hand is in my hand

Words could not express how much you mean to me
There must be some other way to make you see
If it takes my heart and soul you know I'd pay the price
Everything that I possess I'd gladly sacrifice

You to me are everything
The sweetest song that I can sing, oh baby, oh baby.


Simple and common as it sounds, I love you.
It's inexplicably exquisite that no words could justify these feelings to its fullest.
How can someone not related by blood have love as unconditional as that of a parent?

Being with you was never part of my plan,
but my plan is never to lose you, I promise you that.

The end of a beautiful beginning.

sunday morning with tear-sized raindrops.
the sky smiles so ever mockingly.
the clouds sigh past.
strangers shifting with knowing eyes.

the bright shining warmth never felt colder.
the time ticks seconds like life inevitably goes on.
despite whatever disaster occurs.

It''s just another loss.
A loss I cannot deal with.
I dont want to deal with.

Randomness.

Let not the dirt of greed taint us,
for value is not what we can count but what we can keep infinitely.
like the trusty silence void of awkwardness between loved ones,
where giving always makes you happier than taking.