There are feathers where my heart is - tickling and teasing against my ribcage. Sometimes, I heave loudly and try to expel the last of the feathers from my system. But no matter how hard I compressed my lungs and squashed that beating little thing, a few stubborn feathers still remained snugly inside me anyway. Hrm.

I've got a million and one things to say. I've read your words, I've read what you've written, and I knew. But despite that understanding of what's been happening, most of the times I am still at the loss of words.. I could make a lot of excuses, I could dream up a lot of whys, I could say that in between finishing tasks and and catching up deadlines and jumping from one responsibility to another, I've simply ran out of time.

Which is actually not entirely true in itself.

Yes. I remember not too long ago (although it seems like a fairly long time ago now) when we saw each other and half heartedly promise that things will always be the same, whether we see each other often or not. It takes me a long time to ponder much on this half-promise, half-truth, half-lie.

And then. a half-guilt seeped into me.
I guess it is much easier to blame everything into the mundane daily tasks that each of us has. But you know, things doesnt have to disappointing and hurting, we are not saying adios to each other. I still love you guys - only, we havent seen each other often enough that I'd like to. One day, things will start falling back into its place, where they should be.

Till then, lets stop tickling each other with thoughts like these.






Heh. never mind these. just some random pix.