Hook, Line & Sinker.

"电话响起了, 你要说话了. 还以为你心里 对我又想念了..."

A tune has significant bearing as it evokes images that have otherwise been tucked away into the recesses of one's mind.

As such, by the time this song had tapered off, my vision was clouded with tears.

"电话响起了
你要说话了
还以为你心里
对我又想念了...

灯光熄灭了
音乐静止了
滴下的眼泪已停不住了

天下起雨了
人是不快乐

我的心真的受伤了"

I shouldn't love You.
I mustn't.
But I do.
I still do.
And I know that You do too.

Each day is a struggle as I try to repress my emotions and picture a sledgehammer pounding incessantly at the heart to quell its fervent yearning for The Boy whom I cannot have.

Bedtime Stories.

She stares into the distance.

And there lies the oblique horizon.

It is there, yet it is not.

For as far as her eyes can see, it tapers sharply into oblivion.

Gingerly, she makes her way towards what she believes is tangible.

But it is for nought -

An infinite loop spawns nothing but a mangled mess.

The Gordian knot is weathered and frayed.

Yet she, with all her naivete, looks toward the goal,

And presses on.

Then.

The vacuous space,
A Moment in Time,
That Night.

I miss You.

'...and You let her go.'

(1) Talk is cheap.
If you like me, tell me.
If you miss me, show me.
If you love me, prove it.

(2) 'Don't you ever say
I just walked away
I will always want you.

All I ever wanted was to break your walls
...I just closed my eyes and swung...'

~ Miley Cyrus, Wrecking Ball

(3) 'Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Coz you loved her too much and you dive too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And You let her go'

~ Passenger, Let Her Go

Then, You reached out and Liked it.

Burying my face in my hands, I wept bitterly.

I miss You, too.

But I have to go.

I must.

'...and that You miss me, too.'

Source : aRQ3pxq on 9GAG

Pillow Torque.

Finally, it burst at the seams.

She cried till there were no more tears.

Time went by.

And then, she cried some more.

Exhausted, she lay her head on the crook of her arm,

And watched as each drop fell from her eyes and disappeared into her pillow.

Her eyelids drew to a close.

For now.

I miss You, Handsome Pup.

But You will never know,
For I cannot let it show.
So I keep it in this hollow,
As poignance greets tomorrow.

:: 3 - 8 AM ::
July 4, 2013