With You
And I will never try
To deny that you are my whole life
‘Cause if you ever let me go
I would die so I won’t run
I don’t need another woman
I just need you or nothing
‘Cause if I got that
Then I’ll be straight
Baby you’re the best part of my day
I said that lunch time is my 4th favourite time of the day. And my number 1 goes to, when I’m feeling like I’m standing on the TOP of the WORLD, at the ENDS of the EARTH.
Sometimes everything feels like it’s been all written in the stars way before we were borne. So we drift through our destinies aimlessly, waiting for the very best thing to happen. But I don’t believe in this.
Your life is what you make of it. End of story. 
It’s strange to be a living, breathing human. A Homo Sapien capable of love and reason.
I can weigh the pros and cons of an action, do a cost-benefit analysis of the choices that I make, but when irrationalities - Feelings and emotions kick in, I don’t know anymore. It’s an addiction, a resignation, a resolution, my sole devotion, my no salvation.
Loving this moment. Chilling on my own. Haven’t had such personal time in what seemed like forever. Geez. I need my breathing space, my sanctuary, to reconnect with reality. I always feel like there are way too many things going on, far too much thoughts to muse over, loads of people and work to deal with, a lot of striving to keep my life in balance, and the like, and in the end all I get is nothing but confusion. Bewilderment. Until Sam said that I sounded like I need to reconnect with reality… PRECISELY.
When you feel like you’re living a dream, you really need times like this.
To remind myself to not to go all out, to pull the emergency stop in time, to erect these walls, to put up my defenses, to have my shields in place, to let my rationality champ. I understand that this is not forever, because it’s bigger than me. So I want to walk away clean. Free and easy.
It’s like a tug-of-war ever since it all started.
Those bus trips into the wee hours of the night, the cool of the night air against flushed cheeks, warmth emanting from hands entwined, city lights, vehicle sounds, drinks, touch; I would let go of time those very moments, the world feels perfect those very instants. Because I have a limited vocabulary, all I can say is that I never fail to be amazed everytime. I never fail to revel in the wonder everytime… Everytime my past, present and future comes full circle in another soul, who has the spark of life.
I could come to relish in the mundane. Of doing the same old things every single day, for the rest of my life. And every time they’d still feel so brand new. Rendering me speechless. AS MY DOPAMINE LEVELS SOAR ON AN ALL-TIME HIGH.
I could write poetry forever. Simply reiterating, over and over again, how it feels like the first time ever every single time.
Certain things are simply beyond comprehension and rationalization.
I could peer into the crevasses of eternity just looking into another pair of eyes.
The Greeks classified love into many forms. But, how do we tell when one begins and the other ends? Eros. Philia. Agape. Etc.
You are Love.
Why would I care about the rest of the world?
I will accomodate them as they will accomodate me.
I am who I am, love me or hate me.
Love me or hate me, I am who I am.
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