Discreet Love

Do you see me as soporific?
As gullible and lame?
Because I thought I was terrific,
Until you induced this newfound shame.

What happened to love as it was before?
Is it really so ludicrous a thing?
I feel I sound pretentious for
Just wanting a diamond ring.

I won't go and fabricate that without you
I'll let out strident screams,
But will a bucolic cottage by the sea with you
Be only just a dream?

So I guess I'll just wait here, nonchalantly,
Hoping that someday you might love me.

~otw

sitting on the porch bench, swinging in the breeze

Sometimes I like to lay awake and listen to the breeze as it dances in the air.

Sometimes I'd rather sleep.

Sometimes I like to dig my feet in the cool sand and breathe in rhythm to the crashing waves.

Sometimes I'd rather tan.

Sometimes I like to gaze at the stars and be in awe of the world's magnificence.

Sometimes I'm too busy to look.

Sometimes I like to look up to the sky and spot animals and people and things.

Sometimes I just see clouds.

~otw

and the sun keeps shining

I've always loved the sunlight. The way it brightens up the day. How the whole world can change by just a shift of the sun. Like at dawn. Or when the sun sets. The sky is brilliant palette of colors, and the earth just seems to pause and take a deep breath. And at that moment, anything can happen. At that moment, you're invincible. That one second shows us that not everything is what it seems. If you just shift yourself, if you just remove yourself for a moment and look at the big picture, you can see what a miracle we're living in. No one is stopping you from doing anything.

If you think of the sun in scientific terms, it is merely a giant orb of fire. Not very magical, right? And you can choose to live your life as though the sun is just a giant orb of fire, or you can try something new. You can see the sun as a magnificent candle, leading us into the future. Or maybe it's a fireplace, keeping us warm and comforting us on the days that seem impossible to get through.

The same can be said for every single thing on this planet. On a cloudy day, when the sun is taking a rest, one may feel sad and cranky. Without our fireplace and our magnificent candle to help us through the day, how can we survive. Well, look up. Those clouds are a blanket come to comfort you. Wrap yourself in them and feel that surge of happiness.

When it rains, it's simply to remind you that it's okay to be stop being strong and acting to impress. If you need to cry, the rain sets the mood. If you feel like dancing, then go outside and dance in the rain. It's here to relieve you.

I've always loved the sunlight. The way it brightens up the day. And I've always loved life. The way it can suddenly change. Nothing is planned. Nothing is expected. It just sneaks up on you. Just like the light of the sun can sneak up on you in a picture. You weren't expecting those rays to be there, but they simply decided to show up. So you take another picture, and there's no unplanned for beams of light. But then you realize that the first picture looked better. It wasn't what you were expecting, but it turned out amazing just the same. You just had to stop for a moment and see it.

~otw

it surrounds us everywhere

What

is 

beauty?

Is it looks?

Or the way you feel?

Can you touch it, smell it, see it?

Can you taste it or hear it? Or is it different?

Is it that small, yellow flower,

standing near the road?

Do you know?

Does anyone

know?

Beauty

is

everything.

~otw

in the song of life, no one ever gets the melody.

   She was furious. No, more than that. She was disgusted, shocked, and hurt. Who did he think he was? Playing with her heart like that, acting like he was better than everyone else. It was like he didn't even care. And then he had the nerve to send these apologies. These texts begging for forgiveness. As if she would put herself through that pain again.

   He lay on his bed, arms beneath his head, wondering what would happen next. He had sent the texts, but had it been enough? He liked her, a lot. But just as a friend. I mean, it wasn't more than that, was it?

   She turned up her ipod and sang along to the songs that mirrored her emotions. She was sad, not at losing him, but at losing "us", because there had been an "us." Not romantically, but their friendship...it was something special. Less than a relationship, but more than friends.

   He looked at his clock. She still hadn't replied. What was this? Wasn't she going to forgive him? She always did...

   Life was good. She hadn't thought of him in a full 24 hours. Oh crap. She just thought of him. But only to think that she hadn't thought of him, so that doesn't count, right?

   He saw her at school and she didn't see him. Well, that's what he told himself, because the fact that she had ignored him hurt more than he cared to admit.

   She missed him. She really did. But life was alright without him. She would survive. She would move on. There was someone better out there, she just knew it.

   He was okay. He didn't need her. She was just missing out. But it was strange not telling her everything. He sorta, kinda, really missed his best friend.

   He was her best friend. She knew she forgave him. But they could no longer be what they were. Their friendship had already been lost.

   "Do you miss me?"
 
   "Do you miss me?"
 
   "I asked first."
 
   "...I do."
 
   "I do too, but at the same time I don't. I can live without you now."
 
   "So what does that mean for us?"
 
   "It means something. I don't know what yet, but it means something. Something big. Something neither you or I can understand."
 
   "So are we still friends?"
 
   "I don't know."
   
   "But I miss you."


   "I don't know if that's enough anymore."

~otw