would you be there when i open my eyes?

she was curious about the daylight. she never knew how the sun could keep shining after a storm. like it was cold, and loud, and angry. it went on for hours, and just wouldn't stop. until it did, at 3am, like it had just fallen asleep, and when it woke up? it turned into sunshine again. she didn't understand how she could shine again, after a night of falling apart, until she woke up. she woke up, and realized that life has to go on, even after the storm.

empty envelopes

At ll I'll read my unfinished letters, and have all the unwritten letters written when everyone is asleep.
Invisible letters on night's black sheet. I write them all with p.s.-es and darling dears.
But when morning comes--where darkness hides back into the corners, when the sun melts the crystal mist of night hanging in the air and early dawn's breeze blow away the ice kiss of the stars-- the letters are all gone; they disappear.
Or perhaps it is when sleep finally creeps under eyelashes and takes me far away that the letters, feeling abandoned because they were never written on paper (felt the kiss of ink and paper), follow the wind and never come back.

So I wonder where they go.
And all those empty envelopes will be tossed at sea because if one were a letter that is the place to be, like old-fashioned letters in old-fashioned bottles thrown out to be freed.
So I wonder and I hope that the same wind that led them away will guide the lost letters to find their temporary nests, and I dream that they'd be in their true homes fast:
someone's hands and reading hearts at last.

I don't want to lose you.

My best friend died in a car accident on his way to deliver me soup for my cold.

Found in the car was also a bouquet of flowers and a card that read:

"We've been best friends for the last 5 years. Now, let's be lovers for the next 50."

www.givesmehope.com


I've been reading th posts on GMH for th past few nights. I guess.. Some of these touching posts does make my night so much better. At least, I go to sleep without a heavy heart from all that emotional trauma I've been struggling with lately.

This particular post thug my heart strings. Well, i'm guessing th scene of "you delivering soup" sounds awfully familiar to me, but there is no way I am going to let such a freak accident happen. I'd crumble and probably blame myself from falling sick for th rest of my life.

In life, we grip tightly onto th fear of losing what's not ours (yet). So... Let's cherish.

when you said "No" to biking license.

A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)

Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm so frightened.
Guy: Then tell me you love me..
Girl: Fine. I love you. Now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.

*She hugs him*

Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me.


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In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure.
Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.

The truth was that half the way down the road the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to worry the girl.

Instead he had her say she loved him,

felt her hug one last time,

then had her wear his helmet so she would live, even though it meant he would die.

Inevitable

you asked me why people are afraid to die.

i answered "we're afraid to die because we don't know what comes after, and what we don't know scares us because no one can control it. everything in life is controlled in some form and when we are finally able to be free no one knows how to react or what to do because we've never ever been introduced to complete freedom before. that's why people try so hard to 'live' and remain alive. as much as people claim to want freedom they're just as scared to accept it"

you asked why i was i still here if i thought like that.

i told you i didn't know.