Turin Brakes – Rain City
I feel particularly incapable this week. I’m here to announce how much time i’ve wasted.
Obviously i wont dwell in it, but the reasons why i’m wasting is because there are things bothering me.
Things like swine flu, things like…. i wish to explain – maybe sometime later.
Sometimes i really wish everyone else can just dissapear.
I seriously hate to make eye contact.
You know how difficult it is.
Suddenly you realised you are happy alone, and then someone meets you with his eyes, and you find your privacy invaded – It is that intrusive, yet there’s an undescribable ironic warmth to that thought – That someone is there; No matter a stranger.
But i wish not to be.
It tires me to look at someone, and get some sort of thought from it – As if i know you more just by looking at you each day;
But it’s getting so tiring.
I wish you just give up.
I really wish you did. I know you are trying, so i beg you to peel away from the lies of the heart.
We are not meant to be.
Our paths are defintely different.
Your life will be wonderful, albeit down at some points like the previous days.
And my life , as chosen and paved by others, will be a different direction.
I will soar like a bird one day – Soar not to glory, but for peace and the solace i so seek for my heart to find.
You will nest in the joy and victories of humanity, lived in twinkling moonlights, of heavy alcoholic stench and breathless nights of whizzing from one pub to another – Perhaps also, a faithful child, destined to live in your parent’s nest forever, to make them happy, to stay by the virtue of duty and find a stubborn peace in it.
I wish our paths were the same. I truly wish so. For that connection, even if described in words, are only but understatement to the true force when we do embrace it – I love you more each day – your hair like the mane of a dark house, forceful but elegant, persuasive but sweet – at the thought of it, please stop.
Crossroads can take two lovers down the same path, yet crossroads remain open for choices – It is wrong to think of a crossroad as only leading to one path.
I chose a path different from yours, and for that very path, i must keep solely for myself.
So adieu, stranger – Turn backwards and stop following.
For you are not destined for this route, your destined path is of much greater use to humans.
Shall if you come, we will suck the world in – and all Hell will break lose – Thy will not live after too.
For your heart ever more warmth and sweet ( however you deny i know), would be crushed under by cold-uncaring wings; Never tie me down. Never.
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