incomplete song - 0:39.

there's an incomplete song
that i wrote some time ago
but i havent got the inspiration
i havent gather enough courage
to complete it, yet

it has always been there
that 39 seconds of melody
mumbling words unspoken to u

im afraid that
id spoil the incomplete masterpiece upon completion
im afraid that
beautiful things that always looked perfect
would turn imperfect in my effort to make it perfect

ignorance left me blissful
and at the same time, worries in the state of happiness


the incomplete melody playing in my mind
will be left behind incomplete
left behind
as a beautiful tune in my memory



awaiting your acknowledgement.
awaiting to be forgotten
awaiting my courage of conviction.
awaiting to be completed.

untitled.

ive sang countless songs, but im not a singer,
for the songs i sang are melodies of others' heartbreak

ive painted for ages, but im not a painter
for i dont always lay my words in colors

ive wrote thousands of words, but im not a poet
for the proses i wrote are only dedicated for myself

i think its better to leave me undefined.

4:19.

there's a song
that ive lost count listening over and over again
but still,
i dont understand its meaning

what's in the melody at 3:15 minutes?
why are the words sang are so abstract?

lovers in the song chose to stay or left each other?



im stranded,
with alot of questions that probably no one could ever give answers to .

and i kept listening the same song over and over again.

9 x 11.

i like to be alone
because when you're alone
u tend to think alot,
things that u've missed out crossed ur mind
and make you realise many things that u should had realised earlier

i hate to be alone
because when i'm alone
i tend to think alot,
like, when the world is gonna comes to an end
and many other stupid little things that (probably) wouldnt happen to me

loneliness to me is like cigarettes to smokers

you knoe its killing you softly
yet it is so addictive
strangles you in every minute of it
yet not letting you loses your breathe

its a feeling that u cant explain,
its like an ecstasy that u could only taste by being alone
sometimes i somehow enjoyed this rollercoaster-ride
of feeling like dying and being alive again.



being alone is some sort of suicidal, i knoe
and i chose to be alone.

im not in the mood to write.

its a perfect weather
the guitar is crying for my touch
the pen wants me to hold her so much
and my heart has thousand words to say
loads of melodies awaiting to be filled with lyrics

but still
im not in the mood to write
the too- perfect settings doesnt trigger my desire to write
one reason is already enough for me to not write

ah, and still
i wrote this.

i just realised i'm writing.

imperfection - a self portrait.

its named imperfection - self portrait.

it depicts the imperfection
in hims and hers
in them...
in you
and in me.

under the beautiful outer layer
how do u look like?

bye, my dear friend.

We.
are finished.
we need time to build a relationship
which can bypass arguments and obstacles.

Our friendship just died
like a dog.

we're not strong enough
and simply not keen enough.
im still the same.
thank you.
but
you're finished, u died,
my plant.

so long,
my dear friend.
love, Darren Chuah.