Space;
Something I would like to emphasize that I need. Something that I will not tolerate to compromise. when it comes to the context of the heart. It is the most important thing to give to allow me to stay around. It is as essential as air to breathe. I never expect more from what I’m entitled to although I know that it’s only a fine line to break or move out of place. I can be a threat. You can be insecure. But I’m not even terrorizing.
Love;
It doesn’t come easy. Sometimes when you really love someone. It’s really hard to find another that will make you feel the same. As much as I don’t want it to recur, I can’t help it. I can say I love you but that don’t mean in love. I can say I’m in love but that don’t mean it was my choice. I can embrace but that don’t mean willing to reside. I can move on but that don’t mean I don’t adore you anymore. It's so complicated. Extremely sentiment frenzy. It also can be outrageous but not to the extent of being the ultimate fool.
Passion;
Something I will always accentuate about. It is the most important factor that brings someone close to my heart. Something that will drive me so crazy. Something that makes me obsesses. Something that explain why certain people still lingers in my mind. Something that drive my enthusiasm to the extreme. Something that brings out the excitement. Not so much about infatuation or attraction but simply passion-led emotions. Something many people fail to understand that passionate chemistry is the key factor beside happiness/love/anything else. BUT I say passionate chemistry is a MUST-HAVE! It's a MUST!
Thoughts;
Reeling in and spat out. Chasing the same old lines over familiar grounds. One thing I know for sure. that will be left. Unchanged. That I’m the eventual winner. My responses are out to kill. As I make sure I walk right. Then my heart don’t sink again.
Transition;
Fast like the MRT train on track. It makes me sick. Trying to catch up with the speed of sound. Trying to fight chronic trepidation. Trying to go with the flow. Of the traffic. Paying no attention to the sound of the upcoming cars. That rush down my way. With the abscond increasing of steps. Not even the policeman could stop me. I just wanted to walk as far as I could. At material time. At the same time I'm holding on to my feminine weakness just to sustain that little pride left in me. It cost too much. More than what it’s worth. Covering distances that can never reach. Reaching destinations that can never be a dream.
Memories;
They vanish in your conscience. And reappear in another form. Recollections. That I’m never possess as much as I can never let go.
Emancipation;
As much as I wanted to. Without restraint, I feel amiss. Maybe something somewhere got to give. Apparently its my heart. My heart giving in. My mind is letting out. As much say I read those signs, I just got to believe it. Force myself to believe.
Pride;
Was humbled by your humble nature. It was fine being to cautious but I was never suppose to play with fire. Neither was it your choice. Things happen for a reason and ends for another. But my game was to never be your play. My trap was never your Achilles' heel. I can only. Blame myself for being that being.
I can only apologize but I will never change who I'm. And proud. No more.