That is all

I wanted.
To be with you.

Hail

to the new feeling,
which has not changed
a bit.

I prose

Someday.

Till we meet again, I believe you.

But I will still hold on to this feeling. If you need me, I will be there; if you need me. I will wait, as I have waited. I'm so inspired by you. I will wait, not because I want you, but because I love you.

I'm sorry, I can't fight this feeling any longer. I will let it be. I will just let it happen.

I apologize for being so vulnerable, but this is just me.

Till we meet again.

There are a lot of things I wanna say to you.

One is that, you are loved. You are wonderful. When you're feeling down, troubled, I'm just here, we're here, your friends. Even though I'm not beside you, and even I don't know how I can help you, you are always in my prayers.

Take care.

P.S. This is all I know how I can reach you. Until this feeling fades away, pardon me if I have always been preoccupied with telling you how I feel. Until this feeling fades away. I hope you don't mind I message you, almost all the time. Just so when you want me to stop doing this, I will.

I will, just for you.

Who said

that words cannot evoke

the sincerest and most honest

feelings of a human being?

We are not cockroaches

that can live forever--

even in the midst of a nuclear

war.

We are not lizards

that crawl on the ceiling

waiting for their insect-prey,

and hardly can fall.

We are not a mimosa plant

that is touch-me-not

and closes its leaves

when it is visited.

We are things.

We are everything.

We are who we chose to be.

But we can even cry a river,

sail a thousand miles,

climb every mountain,

reach the sky.

That is because our hearts

and minds say the words

that are not found in the

dictionary.

We fold.

I wish that I wish

I am a dust in the wind.

I was dreaming that I was dreaming about you.
with you beside me--
giving me the best ice cream in the world.

I was dreaming that I was chasing after a child--
and when I had finally gotten to this child, the child grew up
so fast, turning to someone
who was you.
I shared with the child the creamy cone you had given me.

I was wishing that I could wish to be
with the person
who had me with one tap at the back
a smile
and those beautiful eyes and
calming voice--
nothing else but beauty.
and golden heart.

I wish that I wish I see you from above,
from an eagle's view;
and I attack with my claws
those that hurt you.
Your worries.
Your taxing hours.
Your headaches and pains and flus.

But I am just a dust in the universe.