25. Reverse of Shades

"True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable." -Dave Tyson Gentry

I like our friendship, because we know we will never judge each other. We know we can cry in the presence of one another, we know we can spill all our emotions and be ourselves. Never do we have to try harder, knowing we're imperfect in one way or another. And to me this is the greatest friendship of all kind, to be ourselves and to be accepted. You know we always say we trust each other so much, and that's the bridge between our friendship. I've figured out after a long while, it's not just trust that's keeping us together, it's love . Untainted love holding no intentions for ourselves, but only for one another. 

With regards, 

S.wing

What if you slept?

And what if in your sleep, you dreamt?

And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower?

And what if, when you awake, you had the flower in your hand?

Ah, what then?

—-Coleridge

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A friend of mine asked me this question - "Do you know how the world functions?"

And I answered, "Like a vicious cycle, it revolves around at its velocity, despite all the tragedies happening between humanity. It holds no emotion, but its people contributes to its beauty, as well as its flaws." 

Sometimes there are things out of the grasp of your control, and happenstance is the only hypothesis available. Could it be a blessing in disguise to remind me of God's blessing? There are times you wish life could be better, but it is already perfect in its imperfection. Sometimes you wished you could address all your feelings without feeling all naked, undress all your thoughts and ditch the strong act, allow those tears that are due, to finally flow, and maybe the phase is over. Maybe I am truly blessed and happy, but it's just too good to be true. The only time of my whole damn seventeen life, have I truly attained tranquility, joy, and all the good things I have ever wished for since I was younger till now, and I have to ruin this night by telling myself it's too good to be true. I see the scar on my left wrist as a constant reminder of my past defaults. Somedays I shut my eyes and reminisce of my childhood like an old film playing back. It wasn't the best childhood two parents can provide, it's not the worst either. Sometimes I reminisce so hard, I see the fragments of memory I wish I had long forgotten, The chapter where I see them yelling at each other, the part where she was crying to herself in bed, but they have already been closely etched to the mind. I wish I could unstitch those memories, and maybe I could be less skeptical about how things roll during the good times. There are times I imagine myself draped in a silk rope by the beach, sitting by the porch under an ordinary glass house, watching the sun sinking into the orange sea. A glass of red wine by my right hand, my lover's hand on the other. Sometimes I wish life could be simple and subtle, just like that. 

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” -Oscar Wilde 

P.S. I finally got the mood to reply some comments left in my comment box, although I only approved one per post. I just don't like to entertain where you bought this and how you did that comments. Ciao!

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I guess I have never felt so happy being with people I love, 

And for any matter, people who are true to me.

Last night was a "happy drunk night", which comes by rarely

Let me guide you through, 

I define myself with 3 kinds of drunkenness, 

1) Happy drunk - where I laugh over the slightest thing, which might not even turn out funny. I wake up in the morning, hangover (checked), and a smile drawn on my face (checked).

2) Stone drunk - where I stone while drinking, literally thinking about nothing. Nothingness seeps into my vein, or maybe in this case, alcohol. Blank. Sleep. Hangover (checked), feeling stoned (checked)

3) Emotional drunk - where I get sensitive over the slightest thing, like heat is to snow. Anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that hits the tear duct trigger - BANG, there goes that bucket of tears, and a lot of on-going rambling about whatever. Hangover (checked), feeling like shit in the morning (checked)

So I was a happy drunk last night, for once. Danny would be elated to hear this, and as usual, even the "happy-drunk" has not proven 100% sensibility. I ought to wear a dog tag with my address next time. 

P.S. I still can't believe we stole the jug out of the club last night!