its 12:25am right now and james blunt's you're beautiful is playing on my com.
it's that kind of emotional state you sometimes wish to revel in for eternity,but not too much,because it would be akin to wallowing in misery.
to revel in,just enough to feel melancholy. to feel wistfulness where past memories creep slowly past. they don't speak a word or make a sound. they just glide on by and you can only stay where you are,watching it past you by because memories are intangible.
past memories,fond memories,bitter memories. they come together to form this surge of unexplainable emotions inside,and choke and tangle you.
where the night sky is still and silent,you feel the damp cold air wrap its icy fingers around you. there is no need for words or reason. it is enough,just in that solitude to understand and appreciate. and maybe once in awhile,to reminisce. but be careful the tears don't fall.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 2:22 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music