"All I know is we said, "Hello."
So dust off your highest hopes
All I know is pouring rain and everything has changed
All I know is the new found grace
All my days I know your face
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed"
-"Everything has changed" by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran
At that moment everything we knew we knew for sure were red lights.
When we stepped into that sports car, we knew something stupid was going to happen.
We accelerated ahead just to meet the next stop light.
Something's not right.
Was that the ignition? I saw a spark and it flew far.
Or was that the rust of my brakes?
No, we hit a orange light, a rocket instinct to speed up kicked in.
A rocket, soaring through skies, missing stars, landing on the moon and there we stayed till the burning, warmth from sun rays came through that surrounded us.
We stored up pearls in the bottom of our hearts,
we shone as we reflected the warmth and pearls spilled and covered the rough surfaces of the moon.
Its surface so rough, so bumpy, pot holes everywhere, depicting our world.
Just like the sun and moon, they've been there for each other.
But one day, into that crash they whirlwind into and everything shook.
The sun still had her glow and she shone bright but deep down there were cracks but no one could see because her light she always have given is radiant and blinding.
The moon has always hidden behind the sun's rays but deep down its shattered inside.
Hollow. Empty. Lost.
Back to earth we land. Reality we receive. Waking up from this crash.
And we get out of this car and carry on with life.
Leaving that dream with that bitter taste and zipped away out into this universe to never be seen again.
That's it.
The end.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you..." Jeremiah 29: 11-14a
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Waiting way too long he says, but she insists its 2 who are but not meant to be.
Saturday, June 01, 2013
fear.
If only it wasn't this commercialised, people wouldn't have that fear of being forgotten.
Because even the closest of strings forgets and gets snapped, wreckage, instead of package.
Because even the closest of strings forgets and gets snapped, wreckage, instead of package.
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