Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

I hope my subtle music playing in the background only disrupts the whirling of the ceiing fan and not my mother's sleep. Its 3:57am. I'm wide awake in the dim orange hue at the usual corner in my room. Thoughts hung from strings dangles in my cranium, succumbing to gravity's pull, helplessly. Winding in and out, i'm mindful of my own steps now - of being roped in and all tangled up. Mesmerised and captivated as i am, Perhaps, i already am... holding myself captive within.

Vindicated although defense is just paper thin, I am selfish.
Maybe i'm wrong, maybe i'm right - my paradoxical conundrum that never fails to induce insomnia.

As i lay awake here, awaiting the slightest break of dawn - like a superhero who never flounders when it came to saving my day. Right now, I am wondering if my superhero will still appear again, like he always does. What if he doesn't? What if... it rains.

Perhaps I'm triyng to forget the feeling that I miss you.
Or maybe... nothing. Simply nothing.

As my mind wanders out and ventures to every corner of both my intellectual and fictional horizons, Something in me is reticently praying that it looses its way, never to return.

I don't want to know despite my futile attemps to obfuscate what you're trying to get at. Life's not always black and white. Perhaps you've always loved me. And when you're with me, you're close to tears, because I'm only almost here. Bruised and battered by my actions, Dazed and shattered and it hurts.

But i don't think you need me, boy... I don't know anything anymore. Sorry. Thanks for remembering me while you were away anyway.



Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing,
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing.
All the flirtatious disses, I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood.
I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could.
We’d spend the whole weekend
Lying in our own dirt.
I was just so happy
In your boxers and your t-shirt.

Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me.
It seems,That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

The littlest things that take me there.
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true.
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair,
That things are reminding me of you.
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend,
Even if only for one weekend.

Drinkin’ tea in bed, watching DVDs through the night.
The first time that you introduced me to your friends,
And you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand.
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do.
There’s no-one in the world who could replace you.

The littlest things that take me there