I feel like writing Letter like Paul wrote to the Corinthians, but am writing to the voice of an angel. Today is Tuesday. And I woke up not knowing what I wanted to do. Somehow, a part of me wants to say the truth and even if its going to be the very first time, let me just say it. That I avoid most girls because my emotion will betray me. Because it may sound absurd to always dwell on feelings. Anyone who knows my weakness can easily take the best advantage of me. For that single reason, I pretend to be strong like an iron. Pretend to be?, When I cant separate the fact whether am dying or living for someone. Or whether am waiting or leaving for someone. I pretend she doesnt exist, when I see her in front of my mirror instead of my poor face. I try to carry the all of myself along each time I see her with the guy, sorry those guys!. She may have been exposed to where ocean touches the river. She doesnt want to watch that touching scenario where people wet their clothe just because emotions had touched tears?. It will be crazy to say all, but a part of me cant let me be, He keeps saying this truth. I know her like I met her. I feel like I have heard the best dialogue ever. Where did she get such bird like whistle she called voice? Her words standing so tall on its sweetness like a war chariot. I have wondered what this bird like voice sounds like on Celine Dons song My heart will go on. Indeed, I havent heard an Angels voice before. Am waiting to confirm it a reality or dream. A first of its kind.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 09:41:56 +0000
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