beddy-bye
for the past few nights, this guy (let's call him J) i'm starting to seriously like has been asking me to tell him a bedtime story. but before anything else, let me assure you that i haven't been talking to someone who's still in grade school. J is actually a year older than i am, but let's just say that he belongs to Never Land, in the sense that he's like Peter Pan - child-like and shuns having to grow up (in a good way). anyway, i haven't been able to conjure one up for him. my brain's simply too slow for impromptu story-telling lately.
so i surprised myself with writing a bedtime story for him this afternoon. but what's more surprising is that i actually gave it to him when we met up earlier this evening.
i guess i want to share it with you guys. i can't recall all the things i said nor it's exact sequence, but it makes me feel better in a way because it means that i created it solely for the purpose of giving it to him.
once upon a time, (and i hear that this still goes on) there lived a boy who had the perfect love. he felt his love was pure. one hundred percent pure. this love fulfills, as it consumes, and he never needed to look for something else.
his love made him the prince of oblivion. and we all know that the key to oblivion is held by the oblivious. he believed in this love so much that he never realized that he was missing out on something. something that was bigger and possibly better.
but something found him, made itself felt. and even though he acknowledged it for a time, it remained unnoticed for the most part.
like the proverbial star that doesn't catch our attention but is more than willing to shine for and watch over us for as long as it exists. we meet in dreams but forget everything when we wake up.
don't worry, the boy lived happily ever after. unfortunately, the love that he believed completed him was the same love that deprived him of the other things that this world, this lifetime had to offer.
for what is happily ever after all but a fall into the ordinary, a fall into death?
sometimes we're better off not waking up at all. at least in our slumber, we're with the stars.
J liked it. actually, he said that it was the recurring story in his life. i hope he realizes that i'm "something".
*sigh*
so i surprised myself with writing a bedtime story for him this afternoon. but what's more surprising is that i actually gave it to him when we met up earlier this evening.
i guess i want to share it with you guys. i can't recall all the things i said nor it's exact sequence, but it makes me feel better in a way because it means that i created it solely for the purpose of giving it to him.
once upon a time, (and i hear that this still goes on) there lived a boy who had the perfect love. he felt his love was pure. one hundred percent pure. this love fulfills, as it consumes, and he never needed to look for something else.
his love made him the prince of oblivion. and we all know that the key to oblivion is held by the oblivious. he believed in this love so much that he never realized that he was missing out on something. something that was bigger and possibly better.
but something found him, made itself felt. and even though he acknowledged it for a time, it remained unnoticed for the most part.
like the proverbial star that doesn't catch our attention but is more than willing to shine for and watch over us for as long as it exists. we meet in dreams but forget everything when we wake up.
don't worry, the boy lived happily ever after. unfortunately, the love that he believed completed him was the same love that deprived him of the other things that this world, this lifetime had to offer.
for what is happily ever after all but a fall into the ordinary, a fall into death?
sometimes we're better off not waking up at all. at least in our slumber, we're with the stars.
J liked it. actually, he said that it was the recurring story in his life. i hope he realizes that i'm "something".
*sigh*