the longest story
Far past these roads there is a place
Where all of our precious dreams remain
Someday I know I'll keep myself
From holding on to it.
Stay awake with the sound of my voice
I'm restless from the silence in the air.
I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where every time you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again
Inside this room, time will stand still
As long as I'm not aware of the changes
The world outside leave me behind by myself
It shows no mercy for those who hold on.
*****
It has been exactly a week since I found out about the truth. I'm confused right now if I should go for the gold because I don't know if things will really go my way -- or the consequence of knowing the truth is that realizing it was just a false hope.
I really don't know what to do.
Is it really worth risking everything? What if I'm not really the one loved, the one needed, the one wanted? What if it's another one? What if I'm really JUST a friend?
Patience is a virtue they say. Maybe, it paid off by revealing itself to me the time I least expected it to be. But do I still have enough patience left in my account to carry on with another journey of waiting?
It feels like I'm only hanging on a thread right now. My mind throbs in pain as it tries to rationalize and process everything. My heart beats hastily as mixture of emotions pour out in my system.
It is again dark outside. And a flickering light in the distance is the only ray of hope that can be seen in the seemingly endless horizon. I'm waiting for a shooting star to pierce the darkness of the night sky and wish that everything will turn out fine.
I am happy. I am sad. I am scared. I am excited.
I gaze out into the nothingness outside as I ponder about the future actions that I have to make. In the silence of this cold night, I am hoping that this one faint song in my heart would guide me in this uncertain road that I have to tread.
Decisions have to be made.
But when?
Only time can tell.
Perfect timing?
No.
Then what?
I don't know...
I just hope that I'm not yet running out of time.
Where all of our precious dreams remain
Someday I know I'll keep myself
From holding on to it.
Stay awake with the sound of my voice
I'm restless from the silence in the air.
I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where every time you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again
Inside this room, time will stand still
As long as I'm not aware of the changes
The world outside leave me behind by myself
It shows no mercy for those who hold on.
*****
It has been exactly a week since I found out about the truth. I'm confused right now if I should go for the gold because I don't know if things will really go my way -- or the consequence of knowing the truth is that realizing it was just a false hope.
I really don't know what to do.
Is it really worth risking everything? What if I'm not really the one loved, the one needed, the one wanted? What if it's another one? What if I'm really JUST a friend?
Patience is a virtue they say. Maybe, it paid off by revealing itself to me the time I least expected it to be. But do I still have enough patience left in my account to carry on with another journey of waiting?
It feels like I'm only hanging on a thread right now. My mind throbs in pain as it tries to rationalize and process everything. My heart beats hastily as mixture of emotions pour out in my system.
It is again dark outside. And a flickering light in the distance is the only ray of hope that can be seen in the seemingly endless horizon. I'm waiting for a shooting star to pierce the darkness of the night sky and wish that everything will turn out fine.
I am happy. I am sad. I am scared. I am excited.
I gaze out into the nothingness outside as I ponder about the future actions that I have to make. In the silence of this cold night, I am hoping that this one faint song in my heart would guide me in this uncertain road that I have to tread.
Decisions have to be made.
But when?
Only time can tell.
Perfect timing?
No.
Then what?
I don't know...
I just hope that I'm not yet running out of time.