question marks

There's so much to say, isn't it? 

But then again, to begin with, how should it be said, right?

There's so much to say, right?

But then again, to say it or not, that's the dilemma, isn't it?

There're things that have to be disclosed, right?

Yet, when's the best time to say it, we never know, yea?

There're things that have to be revealed, yea?

Yet, why should it be coerced, since no one likes that, right?

 

No.1 in G minor, Op.23

Some people were born to sit by a river,

Some get struck by lightning.

Some have an ear for music.

Some are artists.

Some swim.

Some know buttons.

Some know Shakespeare.

Some are mothers.

And some people - dance.
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Some days surprises come by when you least expect them,
and

The shades of black gradually flourish into the gradient hues of the rainbow.


Some times when i see that winsome smile,
then
The pains of life on earth chill off and troubles become like iced-lemon tea.

Some moments everything else around phases out,
when
Those inchoate uncertainties are quelled by that delightful sangfroid.

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And some people - make me smile
...delicate hands for intricate music :)

Red. Amber. Green

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When all 3 lights appear, it can't be helped
that people get a little confused.
What do you do?
Perhaps, slow down, and hasten not
till you are told that
it's all-clear.
Don't drive so fast and toy with life,
Approach with circumspection and proceed with care.
For there are things which are fragile and they
require complete care.

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Discrete Blooms

Enveloped in a mesh of green,

The flowers put forth their pleasant bloom.

Such lovely equanimity they sustain,

as they revel in their quiet refrain.

Yet somehow it's hard to see,

when they're covered in that sea

of seeming sameness,

and left to be as homogenous. 

Commercialization today tells you that you are unique,

but everyone else has already believed that line

and gone out to buy that same convenient treat,

thus we realize that we've merely fallen in line.

But No, 

we won't believe what the world tells us.

In Stead, 

we'll heed what He reveals to us.

We'll go back again,

with an attempt to see the flowers

as individual strains,

still lovely even through the hours.

And verily, attaching meaning to that one,

a distinction thus appears.

Regardless of whatever you've done,

Grace calls out to draw you near.

Much as how our tears come undone,

and yet He conceals all our fears.

Bottling them up,

Within His heart,

We are the ones whom He holds dear.

With unspoken signification appended,

nothing else needs to be added.

If you can see the variance,

then the flowers have sounded their significance.

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It's still difficult at this moment, and things are still crazy sometimes. But nvm, we'll learn through our steps, as long as we put God first. 

Somedays, the sameness really gets to me, and it's unbearable. But I won't try to curtail my expressivity, because it'll be unnatural, and you know i'd hate that.  

...you are not the same, cos when i see you, i see a unique cherry-blossom...

White Lines & Uncertainty

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I like walking along the 

white lines in the middle of the road.

They help me to maintain

a certain sense of composure when I need it.

The white lines say that I should continue walking Straight,

For they will lead me on in all sureness.

And I know that if I keep walking Straight,

the path would ultimately bring me

to You.

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Some times, I do feel unsure about things.

I hope I'm allowed some space to feel this way, but only for now... 

Cos... it really matters a lot to me. 

I thought it would be difficult to really feel again, but then you've made it easy to be me. 

So if I'm insecure again, I'll try not to be so, and instead, think of your winsomeness.