shimmer

SHIMMER
by: Fuel


She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label

She says she's ashamed
And she can take me for a while
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend

We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again

She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterfliess, reality escapes her

She says that love is for fools that fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend

We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again

It's too far away for me to hold
It's too far away....
Guess I'll let it go

The hand that holds..

We search and look for someone who'll hold our hands.

We live and we love in hopes that life can be better when someone holds your hand, thinking that maybe holding your hand can be enough.
But its not. It never is.

So what if someone is indeed holding your hand and yet leaves you in the middle of all the chaos? So what if someone is there yet disappears and leaves you be on the first sound of alarm?

Can that be enough? Will that be enough?

It's so easy to find someone who'll hold your hand and take those walks along the beach with you. Someone you can share the night sky filled with stars. Someone who'll hold your hand on your best days, making everything around you feel perfect. It's easy finding someone you can share your interests with, someone you can laugh and enjoy with. But the challenge does not end there.

You need something beyond that.

You need someone who'll hold your hand when you're on your worst mood, even when you're being the worst you.
Someone who'll hold your hand when everything else around you has gone wrong.

Someone whom you can share your interests with and yet argues with you about his own viewpoint, exchanging thoughts and ideas thus learning from each other.

Someone you can laugh with and someone who can make you laugh even on days when you are in the lowest of low.
Someone who'll hold you close and safe from the harshness of the world.
And someone who'll hold your hand no matter what storms may come, what turbulence may shake both of you and no matter what happens.

You need that. We all need that.

We dont need someone who'll just hold our hands. We need someone who'll hold our hands, especially at times when the world is a dark, bleak void waiting to swallow us whole.
Someone who'll hold it tight,it seems they won't let go.

Wait. Maybe that's what we all need.

Someone who'll hold our hand and never let go.

Fallin' in love with the rain..

What is it about the rain?
I've always loved the rain.
I've taken joy of the smell it brings as its first few drops hit the ground.
I'm not quite sure what it is about the rain that particularly drew me.
Perhaps its the way you are left in awe after watching the rain. Or perhaps its the effect of two emotions from totally different sides.

There is a certain sadness in the rain that gets to you.
Effect of the gloomy ambiance? Probably.
But there's something there you can feel but can't quite understand.
You sit in one corner, watching as the downpour of the rain is accompanied by the downpour of emotions within you.
At times, it overwhelms you. Other times, it kills (for the lack of a better term :D ) you.
There is also that wishful thinking that maybe the rain can wash away the pent up feelings trapped within oneself. Emotions that were kept at bay creeps its way out into the open once again, exposing the vulnerable you.

Yet, there is a certain calmness that you can't find anywhere else.
You feel contentment as you watch those drops fall out from the sky and unto everything else it can touch.
There's a certain hope amidst it all, impossible to see but something tells you its there, lurking behind dark clouds and angry skies.
It's the thought of knowing that after the rain comes a brand new place, washed out of everything tainted and ready for a fresh start with a clean slate.
It's the thought that after the rain comes sunshine.
Maybe that's the magic the rain holds
that you can't help... but fall in love.

A different kind of addiction

"Glued to your seat" is given a higher definition as i watch the mind boggling series, Prison Break.

Once you start watching, it'll be the only thing you'll want doing. You cant wait to get home and you'd rather stay home and watch than go out around town. You get oblivious to everything else around you. Time passes you by and you hardly ever notice.

Not only is the-brain-of-the-great-escape provocatively hott - although this is a fact one cannot fail to recognize, the plot itself unfolds into a profound series of events too stimulating and enigmatic one can not help but be hooked.

Its conspiracy-laced concept is probably what keeps viewers on their toes, watching and waiting in anticipation as another scene reels out revelations. Ofcourse, the occasional oohs and ahhs are always present, proof that the viewer is indeed into the whole thing.

The schemes, the strategies, the genius plots, the witty lines and everything else justifies why this series is a must-see. Did i mention exactly how drooly fascinating the lead guy is? those eyes are apparently the most seductive eyes i have ever seen.

All the more reason to stay glued to your seat. :)

dreams..

Dream the dreams that have never been dreamt.
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
To those who can dream,
there is no such place as faraway.