Anberlin – Paperthin Hymn

When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight

These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating
Leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?

Who’s gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who’s gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever, over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head, over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

August evenings
Bring solemn warnings to remember
To kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what temporal days may bring
Laugh, love, live free, and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the Lord

Who’s gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever, over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head, over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

Friends

I thought you said forever, over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head, over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

I thought you said forever, over and over
(And over and over)

These thoughts run through my head

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Alone Time – I turn(ed) 34!

Mono: how apparent for this photo.

In all quiet moments

It’s still an irony of how much I love the company of people yet adore the quietness of being alone; it’s probably the stillness that I crave in comparison of the energy that a group setting gives off.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that you should run away and hide in some obscure place and cut connections off with everyone who loves you dearly, but more so, embrace the stillness of what alone time can do for you. I don’t know about you, least for me, I tend to think clearer and listen to my own voice when I’m alone – especially during the times where those thoughts are as messy as it can get. Some nice music, blank pages and a pen is all I need for thoughts to flow freely.

When I’m alone, I also tend to notice my surroundings even more, for example, what hue of colours is the sky today, spotting dainty nice flowers by the roadside, the smell of the fresh rain dew or even maybe notice someone who’s in need.

I like being alone as I do not need to report nor hold accountable to anyone, seems like time passes slower which makes me savour every minute of it.

I am who I am

Growing up or old isn’t that scary after all, it’s the responsibilities that scares the hell out of me! Turning 34 is no big deal, but surviving it thus far calls for a celebration (YAAS?!), I often wonder if without God’s grace, I think I wouldn’t even be able to type this out.

This hasn’t been the easiest 34th birthday, exactly a week before my birthday (15th March 2018), Mom was scheduled for a major operation, and it made me fearful in every single thought, often in doubts what’s next for us? What my life would be like without her companion, what would celebration be like without her and how would my life change if it’s without her?

That totally freaked me out, but it made me appreciate her companionship even more. So never take love ones for granted, never!

What am I made of

With each day, I discover new things about myself and what makes my heart skip; family, friends, music, and food no less. I hope I don’t loose that love and passion for things as I gather my thoughts on what has passed me by.

As I also spend time figuring out what’s happening in my life and what to do with my life (a constant struggle), I know for sure, 2018 is yet another beginning for me. Back to school and it’s on an express train which has no turning back.

Maybe

Thoughts of rekindling the love for blogging, not for bragging but to be mindful of what’s happening in my life, also a form to take charge of what I allow to be in my life. So here’s a declaration of a good start…

Katz – Hollow (feat. Charlie Lim)

Are we worse for wear
This weather never keeps from pouring out the seams
This room’s been flooded with memories

Been baiting for a reaction
We’ll make a run
For the comfort in convenience
Whatever’s said can’t be undone

But the more I know
I’m sure the less I’ve learnt
Yeah, the more I know
The less I learn

There’s nothing more to say
When the words are so hollow
But I won’t let it go
Are we wasting time
Putting out fires
Trying to figure out
If we’re doing it right
Just come home

Don’t wanna give it up
Worn down or broken in
Don’t wanna give it up
Give it up, give it up

I don’t need another reason
In a different tongue
Decipher what’s already been broken
Whatever’s said can’t be undone

The more I know
I’m sure the less I’ve learnt
Yeah, the more I know
The less I learn

There’s nothing more to say
When the words are so hollow
But I won’t let it go
Are we wasting time
Putting out fires
Trying to figure out
If we’re doing it right
Just come home

There’s nothing more to say
When the words are so hollow
But I won’t let it go (don’t wanna give it up, give it up, give it up)
Are we wasting time
Putting out fires
Trying to figure out
If we’re doing it right
Just come home (give it up, give it up, give it up

Gallery

Sleepless Rain

What a morning sight,
With rain falls from scorching sky,
When will sleep find me?


Ps, this is my very first attempt at a Haiku, with some help from the expert, Soaps, who completed the last sentence exactly the way I wanted it to be. I can see why she’s so into it and it can be quite addictive to think and write in short 5, 7 and 5 syllabus while trying to make some sense out of my thoughts.

Till my next writing.