To Love Again...

why do we love?...it's reassuring yet scary to think that we are ready to do everything...that we are willing to give everything for love...knowing it may not last...and then, maybe we have to hold on to pain...so we can let go...and start all over again...for that is the point of living...to know and feel that you loved...and that you've been loved...

everyone lost someone they loved...may it be to death or circumstances...everyone gets hurt...and the world has no obligation to protect us from pain...not because we are good...or kind-hearted...that we are going to be spared from hurts...or from being left behind or betrayed...it doesn't work that way...but still we choose to love again...you choose it over and over again...because if you don't it's as if you choose not to live...

so my journey continues...i will find you...you who have the courage to love again in spite of the hurts...you who are ready to risk everything...you who will give me the strength to fall in love again...you who understand what is in my heart...i will find you...even if there is no assurance that our story will end with "I LOVE YOU"...

There's a saying old, says that love is blind

Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"

So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet

He's the big affair I cannot forget

Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram

Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he, turns out to be

Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood

I know I could, always be good

To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some

Girls think of as handsome

To my heart he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed

Follow my lead, oh, how I need

Someone to watch over me

Someone to watch over me

~ Someone to Watch Over Me by Ella Fitzgerald ~

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Cerebrate!...

shhhhhhh...i'm currently trying to propagate this unicameral form of idiosyncrasy malevolently lodged within the meritorious enclave of my cloistral cerebral cortex...

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To Love or Not to Love...

just wondering...can life be lived without love?...or is there a way to love and not get hurt?...

I don't know...I just want to love and be loved...I want to trust someone with my deepest thoughts...share with someone intimate moments...I need someone to soothe my soul when I hurt...without even saying a word...just being there...I need someone to love me despite my flaws...and love someone back in spite of his...I want to be able to love when I am away...and when I am close...I want my love to give wings...not shackles and chains...I want to love always...for it is never an option for me not to acknowledge the presence of love...

Is there anyone there who understands?...to love or not to love, that is the question...what is your answer?...

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Perfect Strangers...

it's amazing how a person can spill the deepest feelings...the innermost thoughts...the darkest secrets with someone...how one can share the "true self" with another person...i used to wonder...can anyone really reveal one's self completely to any person?...bare one's soul?...and by doing so set one's self free...i realized one big thing...you can be yourself...however weird it may be...in front of a stranger...and pour out everything you always wanted to scream out but never had the guts nor the chance to...and it's so wonderful to see the reflection of yourself in someone else's eyes...in the eyes of this perfect stranger...

An afternoon of sad affairs

Shared in the hope of mending broken dreams

The constant struggle after simple pleasures

Finds us perfect strangers you and I

You know I hate to see you cry

And through the tears that fall like winter rain

You say you're tired of merely just surviving

We've so much in common that we're

Chorus

Perfect strangers singing perfectly in tune

From separate corners of the room

Held together by our hunger to get by

Perfect strangers you and I

Let's make a toast to no regrets

Wet down the painful sting of sweet love lost

Let evening find us whispering in our whiskey

Come and sit beside me for a while

You know I love to see you smile

And if perhaps you're only passing through

At least we tried to reach an understanding

And for just one moment we were

Perfect strangers singing perfectly in tune

From separate corners of the room

Held together by our hunger to get by

Perfect strangers you and I

~ Perfect Strangers by Neil Sedaka ~

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Here's Looking at YOU...

Have you ever found yourself engrossed in watching a stranger without meaning to? Something interesting must have caught your attention.

Many a times, while seated in one corner of a restaurant and waiting for a friend, I'd realize I have been watching the other customers. There'd be a group probably celebrating an occasion...a couple deep in conversation...a family eating out...

Or in a coffee shop, just after lunch, on a comfy sofa while gazing out the glass window, I'd watch the passers-by. There'd be the officemates hurrying back to work with cellphone neck straps advertising their company...some students in uniform busy with their gadgets...an old couple holding hands...ladyboys looking more gorgeous than real ladies, tall and slim in stilettos, garbed in the latest fashion trends...strolling couples lost in their own world...busy people going about their own lives...

Or at the park, sitting in a bench, I would notice that there'd be others occupying the scattered benches, mostly couples. Sometimes, it's even hard not to get wrapped up in someone else's conversation or public disagreement.

People-watching have become one of my favorite hobbies. Although I seldom do it actively, I often find myself doing it subconsciously. I guess most of us probably do...at the malls, inside a public transport, at the beach, inside the church...

We are all different in what we take in when we observe people. Something peculiar, unusual, unique or that really stands out usually catches our attention. While some are into general appearance, some would remember exact details, others are into body language. 

You, when you people-watch, are you a generalist who absorbs everything? Or are you interested in details? 

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Illusion...

we are submerged in this world with a REASON...in this place which allows FREEDOM of expression...we are kindred SOULS...yet, your answers are not for me to find...as you seek your own awareness, set your THOUGHTS free...unlock the VIVID sparkles of creativity...speak to me with words, about EMOTION in all its forms...let your soul break its silence...SOAR with me awhile in lucid BLISS...that I may learn and be inspired...let me have a glimpse to your MIND...don't be scared that you'll be judged...it's just one side of your DIMENSION...FEAR is only in our minds...let it not control your explicit imagination and put a LIMIT to your psyche...let your literally stream FLOW into infinity...it shall live long after it has been READ...as I was and am still...HERE...

Searching for a destiny that's mine 

There's another place another time.

Touching many hearts along the way

Hoping that I'll never have to say

It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion.

Follow your emotions anywhere

Is it really magic in the air?

Never let your feelings get you down

Open up your eyes and look around

It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion.

Could it be that it's just an illusion 

Putting me back in all this confusion?

Could it be that it's just an illusion now?

Could it be that it's just an illusion 

Putting me back in all this confusion?

Could it be that it's just an illusion now?

Could it be a picture in my mind? 

Never sure exactly what I'll find

Only in my dreams I turn you on

Here for just a moment then you're gone.

It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion.

Could it be that it's just an illusion 

Putting me back in all this confusion?

Could it be that it's just an illusion now?

Could it be that it's just an illusion 

Putting me back in all this confusion?

Could it be that it's just an illusion now? 

~ Just An Illusion by Imagination ~

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