I have the best room mates ever. I counted down the new year with my most fun-loving crew at The Curve, watched the fireworks in complete awe and owned the dance floor in a ring of a dozen. I sat in my entirety for almost six full hours to get my hair done and it thrilled me so much  that it's so obedient now. I went to an indie gig where it was humid and sweaty and took pictures with Noh from Hujan. I have two youth events I'm invited to this Friday and a friend's gig later. My UM friends and I are having a sleepover and cookout this weekend. My classes are going incredibly well lately. Nothing hardly gets me down these days. And yet I can never be okay enough because no matter what happens my time is running out. I sit in front of you sipping on an iced coffee, like yours, and you can never notice me enough.

Hark and harken still, the quiet grows louder
Traipsing up the driveway, is a weary father
And somewhere cold and clammy sings a crackling fire
Somewhere warm and wet, is much much nearer..

I'd swap the two so help me God
If I can plead against all odds
Not for nought do they call this limbo
Nought but despair, by the bedroom window

How far or long have I got still?
Not at all...at all, and not by will
So weep a murky river of writhing pain
Cradle my woes for now, in his disdain

How far or long, have I got?
Oblivious still, are we not...





My favourite things reside in you
Skin and bones without a clue
Like an antithesis sung in acoustic
Hands, eyes and lips...of the kindest pick

In your immaculate presence, I wilt
I am but a ragdoll on wobbly stilts
Because we meet each time, forgotten strangers
I falter much, before a fallen angel

So many moons have bid goodbye
But when we part, I'd only sigh...

I am seethed from the terrible wait
And curse clumsily this condemning fate
Each second passed, a rueful waste
What I lament now, a silent haste


Oh cumbersome so, this good I seek!
Wanes me hard, all kinds of weak
I laugh and make laugh, those we both care for
And still am I to you...a timeless bore?


To those has-beens, I can't compare
Not precious skin, nor windswept hair


My lachrymal days are amost here
Should I recoil in liquid fear?
When patience dies and senses lie
For soon I'd see you in the sky...


The warmth collects on misty glass
And fingerprints' wet stains to last
Then all others would watch in vain
I'd turn and show a smile I'd feign
And even now, fortnights away
My composure's starting to disobey...

If you had known how far or long
For have I been singing you this song
But oh, your tolerance is only scarce!
One might deem it much a farce
A song of hope, love and despair
A song that we will never share...