These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


inspired by Switchfoot's "YOU"
wouldn't it be nice to be more than a name for someone?...


perhaps it is
but an exercise in futility
this reaching out beyond your thousand silence.
willing my faith to stretch through
a distance beyond mere thousand miles.
but i want to believe not in futility
but in me
and in you.

i want to be real.
had always been and will always strive to be true.
gain solidity, if not permanence
gain respect, gain trust.
If friendship is really but an empty word,
and love matters not .

i believe.
and if that makes me a fool, so let it be.
but it will not and ever stop me from believing
that one day soon i’ll finally get through
and be heard, be felt
be finally seen by you.

-15th September 2004
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