Saturday 23 April 2011
10:45 am , Singapore Time Zone
The cool morning breeze , sunny disposition and my ethereal world seems to be popping everywhere to get a bite of breakfast or early grocery shopping never seems to amaze me as everyone is moving and working like a clockwork.
For touch not my hands but through my heart receive me and bless me with your love. Remisnicing the passionate nights we had , the smiles we shared and the love we once fought for are but a fool's paradise. Life is more than what i had perceived and love is bountiful to the ones who chose to receive it. Now my love ; i am spreading my wings to fly once more. . .
An ethereal world where the impossible and lofty seems ideal and great.
For many have written, some have read, few have ever felt what it is like to be such. Whilst others beautifully and aesthetically wrote down, never have they ever felt the heart of a confused soul. Beautifully crafted, ethereally unique and wickedly unassuming and unpretentious in all of its glory, past present and future. The life of a confused beloved - me myself and i...