if only, once in awhile, we get to do what we feel like doing.
if only, just for a moment, i get to pry and look inside everyone's soul. pry. unscrew. tear. gnaw. pull. see. peer deep inside at all their deep, dark secrets.
spill every grime-covered thought laced with lust, and hurt, and guilt, and burden, and desire, and hatred. spill them over; watch as they overflow; watch as they never end. watch as every single detail is burst into a myraid of vivid colors; watch as the grey hue thickens and crumbles.
watch, even if you don't want to. watch, because your eyes are open even though they are closed.
no more second-guessing. no more trying to intrigue. no more fantasies behind closed doors. no more trying to sound intelligent than you really are. no more playing hard to get. no more ambiguity.
everything is out in the open. everything is plain for all to see.
maybe it would get better this way.
if only, once in awhile, we get to do what we feel like doing.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 11:59 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music