You are a page of my diary. Hidden from the world, carefully kept with dried rose petals or withered spring leaves, the smell of promises and love still sticking on. Songs that’s played on guitars, every winter nights lived alone…the tune is long forgotten but the words are cried out loud with love that’s unconditionally yours. The pieces of afterthoughts that blurs with the ticking clock, gaze at me straight from their syrupy slumber… the sleep sweetened smiles dreamt thereafter, filling up spaces between our whispered giggles while we breathe staying miles apart. The frenzied emotions will smoothen along its edges with time. Just hope the sand in the hourglass doesn’t fall too quick….as there’s loads of catching up that's still left to be seen. Waiting with dead souls around, my spirit is just about alive. Flowing along the waters to where the abyss ends….peace is what I want from life, lived a few kisses from now.