If there's a way to contact you at four in the morning, even
if it might disturb your beauty rest I'll send you a message. A missive with 160
characters more or less which I probably thought of for hours, days, or weeks, and may or may not be sent. I can think of a lot of things to say but I don’t
know if you will even listen.
If I could send you a message, I would. Be it in a bottle,
in a picture, in an envelope or in a song. I will try to be descriptive and
poetic. I will put all of my creative juices; force these creative juices to
come out for one message. Even if I won't get a response just the thought of
you reading what I put so much effort into would be enough to ease my mind.
I won't apologize; I won't even stop even if you ask me to, even if it annoys you. I can be persistent when I want to be and with you I’ll make my face a hundred times more thick that it already is and I’ll just pester you. But you might get annoyed and it will destroy my castles in the air but that's the only way to reach you so I will not stop. I will not apologize.
I won't apologize; I won't even stop even if you ask me to, even if it annoys you. I can be persistent when I want to be and with you I’ll make my face a hundred times more thick that it already is and I’ll just pester you. But you might get annoyed and it will destroy my castles in the air but that's the only way to reach you so I will not stop. I will not apologize.
I want to let you know that your craft holds a huge spot in my heart. It fuels a passion which I continue to suppress because of fear and insecurity. What you do is what I've regretted running away from. What you say never fails to give that glass shattering moment of epiphany that it always leaves me pondering and speechless—well not really speechless because all I get to say is “DAMN!”
You see, it’s not even about your looks, I don’t know who
you really are except for the glimpses which you let us see through your work.
No, it was not your voice, it was not your corny jokes either or your futile
attempt to be funny. Fine, you are funny. But the first time I encountered you,
I did not see you, but I heard you. It was what you were saying, the words and
the way you say what you were saying which tugged on my heart strings until it
made a connection with my brain that I could not stop not knowing more about you
and thank God for social networking sites because it feeds me my daily dose of
you. Your sites are not updated though but whenever I see you on my news feed;
I’ll have this happy feeling that at least I knew something about you.
If there's a way to talk to you about all of this then I
would. Just the thought of being able to connect with you gives me so much
happiness that I won't even notice if the sun won't shine for hours or days
maybe. I can forget about the sun and the heavenly bodies and my fascination
for trees if I could only talk to you.
This will be because for the first time in my life I want to
say what I feel but the only person I want to talk about you is YOU.
If only there's a way to tell you all of this then I would but sadly, the reality of our circumstances sinks in so I'll just close my eyes and succumb to sleep.
-----If only there's a way to tell you all of this then I would but sadly, the reality of our circumstances sinks in so I'll just close my eyes and succumb to sleep.
D.B.R.S 10 Aug 2013, 4:55 a.m(GMT+8) in line for revisions, for a muse so far out of reached but not impossible to be reached.
