Saccharine Secrecies.

A girl who dreams.

I finally found it. I finally found my way back home. A home full of dreams and passions and inspirations. I could say I am what I am before or simply I am me now again. The girl who dreams, who's passionate and inspired and constructive and bubbly. Its a little bit funny musing back from the day I nearly look like a fool. Even me myself can't explain that absurdity happened to me. But well, depression and confidence lacking is just normal to people. Its just that, maybe I was just at worst-est stage whenever I feel that way. You should understand.

After the clouds and squalls, my heart can't stick its broken pieces that fast. Construction should be taken slowly by picking and affixing the fragments at a time. One after another. One after another.

I found it hard to collect the pieces that fast but surely I knew they are just on the brink of freedom. Waiting for me to claim them, to repossess them. And now I almost got them all. Thanks for those people who keep them safe.

Let me share this to you. There's this girl whom I don't know that much, but we're definitely found peace and attention from each other. She thinks I'm better than her so I will never find anything functional or helpful from her. Maybe because she thinks she's younger than me. But she never knew she had a fragment--a very special fragment--which I don't really expect to find from her. She help me find my missing passion on expressing myself, my emotions and thoughts by words.

Now, I'm inspired to continue my stories and make them for real now. And I hope she do the same way. It'll be good if we share ideas and knowledge to create great literature composition and I'm willing to be part of her improvements. And she can treat me like a big sister--but! I told her not to put the "ate" before my name.

So what can you say? Sweet?

A boy who plays the keys.

I was shocked seeing him at the spot where I saw him for the first time and used to see for these past 4 years of my life. I can't help but steal a glance and I steal those glance smoothly so he can't catch me staring at him. Well, either way it seems that he'll never find me staring coz we're far from each other. But I saw him clearly coz of my glasses.

Its just hard for me to take my eyes away whenever there was a chance to look at him. I feel something pumping inside me specially when he sing the song he plays showing his emotions and spirituality and his faith.

I don't know if its because of my endearments for him before or because I envy him--Why? Because he found the peace with God and he is so dedicated. I admire his dedication and if he's dedicated, its just means that he believes. He had faith. And I want that faith.

I promised to myself that I'll do my best to reach that stage, to reach that peace, to possess that faith. I will look and look at that face until I find it enough. That face--so delicate and calm.

So what can you say? Bitter or sweet?

A lady at heart.

That was I always wanted--to know her better--so that these mischievous thoughts that blinds me to the true her will fade. And so I did. But still it wasn't enough, I'm still disappointed coz well, y'know the good thoughts that blinds me to the true her had fade meaning she doesn't possess those good traits eventually.

She made me happy and fascinated and I think thats enough already. I can't push myself to her. I can't make her talk to me so casual and friendly or maybe so close to me but I found it fine. As long as she's part of this heart of mine. That's fine already.

So what can you say? Awful or sweet?