the love letter writer.

the love letter writer
an evil cupid in disguise
is selling proses of love on a cheap
who's buying?

fall in love with the recipient
whom he never met
break his own heart over and over again
in his own imaginary scenarios
passionate sentence and flirtatious phrases
he laid his pen in a mission to make her fall
not for himself but for them
who never seemed to understand the language of love

the love letter writer
went through too many stories of others
fell in the first sentence
and fell out on the full stop of the letter written
how absurd a love can be,
in a letter full of alphabets of deception.

growing repugnance,
he has lost the ability to write for his own
love letter has lost its meaning
when the writer has already written countless.
to those he once loved,
even only for the duration of time taken to write a love letter.



how true are those words in your love letter?

secret.

dont tell me the truth
you dont have to
and u deserve some space for a secret, or maybe more

everyone got their own secrets
broken vase in the living room
underground love hidden for years
or a love letter on the windscreen
more or less
im sure there will be.

there weren't anyone who live without a secret
and i believe that secrets subconsciously affect our behavior
some screamed because of secrets
some silence for the same reason
more or less
im sure there will be.

i gave each of them a secret
they will be happier with the secret.

what urs?

the show.

a night to a circus show
or a orchestra performance?

a risky but eye catching performance
or a very stable but somehow dull one?

i want a stable yet heart thumping circus show.

hehe.

home?

i purposely chose the seat near the window
i thought of the little kid that sell kuih in the bus station
i felt very thankful despite the imperfections
i listened to mp3s that i always listened to
i read few pages of a book that ive given up reading long ago

i forgot where i belonged to
i forgot my destination that im heading to
i forgot the definition of home

i thought of days that left me behind
i remind myself of the time i left behind
i saw love outside the window
and hatred on the other side of it
i fell for things that passed me by in a blink of eye
i had intense yet short lived feelings for sceneries moved backwards

i grieved and i laughed
stolen and stealing hearts
it is all amusing enough
to keep my mind busy along the journey in a bus

thats why i chose the seat near the window.