Mirai E.

I had to literally hold on to the neck of it or lean it against my shin at a certain angle so that it would not topple over. But maybe, I didn't have to. Maybe it would not crash onto the carpeted ground. I don't know, I never tried. I sit and I wait while mentally going through the notes and key areas of the song which needed more focus i.e. areas which I'd be more than likely to screw up. If I had the time, I would take it out of the sleeve and place it on my thighs; especially when my photographic memory becomes slightly distorted.

The process of waiting could sometimes be nerve wrecking but most of the time, exciting. Overjoyed, if it was my favourite tune. Excited mostly, because it is the time when I leave everything by the door and walk into the room where I could scream every ounce of stress through the strumming and plucking. Most of the time, not being loud and hard enough would be offensive.

It used to feel like forever waiting to be called in and a second before I ushered myself out of the door, greeted by my dad. I'd intentionally forget about the worries I left by the door like a forgotten umbrella and look forward to the next cycle. :)

Giselle in Boots.

Sweet Morning to you and you and you, :)

Even though the due date of my next assignment is approaching (MONDAY!) and my heart jumps into a puddle of nervousness, still, I refuse to generate these lazy bones into putting in the extra effort MUCH needed for this essay. T.T I am seriously lazy unimaginably... but but how can I not blog about this sweet morning. With the full moon of the sun and cool breeze. Don't you long for these days minus the heap of work?

Holidays; I await upon your arrival almost impatiently but boy I'm ready whenever you are. ;)

Lover of my Soul.

Sometimes, the days passes by like flashes of lightning before me. Other times, it is like waiting for a budding rose to bloom. I groan to the sound of birds chirping in the air but find delight in the tapping sound of rain on my roof. That, is how much I miss you. When I am heavily soaked in rain, ironically, I still feel light on the inside. That, is how much I miss you.

I stare at the vast blue sky but all I think about is the pair of blue eyes which is vast and filled with an endless amount of love. The pair of eyes that stares back at mine, which speaks of the purest of love and sings of a sweet lullaby.

I am holding on tight to the memories we shared, tugging it close to my heart and leaving space for more. I am anchoring all of my hopes in you; who whispered those three words into my ears, my heart and my soul.

This is my third, hopefully second time writing my first love letter to you.

With all my heart.

Why do people stop writing love letters?