you and me

your love is all i have.

it gives me the strength to face the storms.

it is the sun that radiates my universe.

it is the moon that guides me when i am bewildered by my fears.

it is the water that drenches the roots of my being.

it is the air that keeps the fire between us burning.

my love is your love.

my love is yours forever.

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him

his menacing look were as cold as the arctic glaciers. his languid eyes were fixated on me, watching every twitch that my muscle makes. every move i make is scrutinized, every shadow that my body makes is observed.
i did not know how to react, on whether i should smile or retain a blank face - void of any emotions; i was frozen.
suddenly, i noticed his hand being craned by his arms.
laid flat on the table, and slowly, inch by inch his hands were slithering like a wild snake over the grasslands of satin tablecloth.

words.

sometimes the things that we say mean nothing at all. like blank bullets on high caliber guns.
we say things that doesn't really mean anything, but if perceived by the listener, the words that we have said may mean indifferently. it is the listener that gives meaning to each of the words that the speaker says. if the speaker and the listener have the same semantics, then it would be easier for them to understand one another. this is how communication works, and communication is a very broad and complicated matter.

it is frustrating, both for the speaker and the listener if they cannot comprehend each other's words. one may mean a thing, and the other may perceive it differently. this may lead to misunderstanding and failure of good communication - miscommunication.

we have to choose our words wisely, though we can always fire blank bullets, we still have to choose each of the words that we would have to say. it is not irresponsibility, we just forget that sometimes the messages that we convey are either misinterpreted or misunderstood. we are but humans, and to err is a proof of being one.
there are no perfect words, there are no perfect language.

so why am i telling you all these? i don't know.
all i know is, i have this sudden urge to write and say stuff. this may have been probably a result of my overcrowded mind. i have to find an outlet, to let the clutter in my mind go. i have to keep more space in my mind, i have to let it become wide open. i have to think more of bright ideas and catchy concepts. i have to formulate questions.

words. my ways of expressing myself. through this, i can tell you that i am plainly bored. that i have become a stagnant being, imprisoned to the academical confines.
tell me, am i losing myself?

i am crazy. how can you be sure that i'm crazy? are you going to judge me based on this post to tell that i'm crazy. besides, how can you know if one is crazy and you are not. what if in my point-of-view, you are the crazy one and i am not? how do you define crazy?

words. are powerful. yet...
words. sometimes words are just mere words. you just give meaning to it.
words. you sensationalize it. you ignore it. you give attention to it. you read it. you define it.