Don’t close your eyes!
Look up at the moon,
the stars, the night sky,
the auroras blushing – shy.

Open your eyes,
or miss the night sigh,
the sound of sleep,
of satisfaction deep.

Now close your eyes,
Come aboard the night train,
Hold me by your side,
Take me beyond time and ride,

Watch colours come to life
by the magic of your smile,
We’ll fly over orange streams,
in the night train of dreams.

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Originally written 17-Jan-08

So glad now of being alone,
befriending my mind.
I thrive here in my solitude,
watching music dance.
A troupe of tail-lights outside my window
Dances
To the music in my ears,
to the rhythm in my soul,
and the spring in my step.
I was one when I arrived,
searching for love.
I wonder if I’ll ever find it,
yet know,
When I go, I will still be
One.

The sky can’t seem to decide whether it’s night or day. It lingers in a blue-grey haze, being neither azure day, nor inky night… and yet, a bit of both. The tip of my pen dances joyously over the page, words springing forth mirthfully. My thoughts condense calmly, crystal clear in a mind at peace. Yet my eyes can barely see these little glyphs of love come together in the darkness…

Is this how we live life? In the shadows, we write our own lives. Yet we barely see what we’ve written until we’re done and have reached a place of light…

The sun has almost set. The day is done, physically and mentally. So glad now to be secluded from the outside world, my earphones being my accomplices, a Wishlist in my ears. It’s becoming almost too dark to see what I’m writing. We pass cars and motorcycles, all insignificant. My thoughts are random, rambling, and they frequently come to rest on you – you, sitting 2 rows of seats in front of me. The sunset is beautiful… knock knock, can you hear my thoughts? … No, there you go.

Once upon a time, way back in high school, her smile was the brightest smile I knew. To me, she was the colour white personified. She was evrything pure – the horn of a unicorn, the bugle of truth, the cape of decency… I always counted her among my closest friends. I never thought anything would change. She’d always be that perfect someone I always looked upon with decency and almost brotherly love.

Yet, look at us now. Even an online hug goes unappreciated and unallowed. We haven’t kept in touch at all. When I see her online now, and say hi, an air of formality and social etiquette descends on the conversation window. Why must I have to think twice about saying things to you? I never had to do that before…

Things change. Fuck it. Fuck the world.