the chicken rice war

rooftop bed in jul 2009. that cool post summer night and waking up whenever first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds. what would i give to be in sync with the heartbeat and caught in the rhythms of the earth.

the potter's hand

those moments of wishful dreams, gone down the pipe when awashed with the waves of routine and practicality of life.

and of those times i walked away out of convenience while the silent chisel chipped away at the heart, bit by bit.

could it be that you were there watching, listening, all along?

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i'm not enough unless you come
will you meet me here again
'cause all i want is all you are
will you meet me here again

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