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Saturday, November 17, 2012 12:32 AM
I like it, alone.
I can see the water vapour forming on the windows in the bus.
I can feel the droplets trickling down from my head.
I can touch the wet liquid that became a tiny circle in my palm.
I can look up into the gray sky and feel a cold breeze brush past my face, relaxing my mind as I place my palm on my warm face feeling a pleasant sensation.
And that's why I like it alone.
All these are mine; mine to see, feel, touch, smell and taste.
Laying on the wet grass and staring at the clear sky, thinking about nothing and letting the mind fly together with the clouds in the sky, feeling peaceful and carefree like the birds in the sky.
All I want to hear is the moaning of the wind brushing past my ears with the whoosh sound.
All I want to do is to tuck in my earpiece and play a soft melody which best describe my emotions.
All I want to taste is the tasteless air and lie to myself that it is tasty.
All I want to think is to imagine myself eating the clouds which look like cotton candy.
All I want to see are bystanders looking at me strangely as I whisper to myself "You don't know how to enjoy life as much as I do" and smirk about my insanity.
Hot when I'm around, Cold when I'm alone.
Even though I love myself selfishly, but I also love other's presence.
So see another little me inside of me, I don't need to explain myself to anyone but people need to come to realise and accept the little me inside of me.
Because that is the tiny me, a part of me.
Labels: A part of me