Coffee, Books and Everything else

Sometimes I still try to find that piece of time when we were drunk in the scent of falling blossoms, walking hand in hand in one balmy spring afternoon. We were dazed in our pristine love, heedless to the hovering shadow of realities. Only when they hit, I realised how far we had gone and how many lines we had crossed. Still, when I thought of you, the rest of the world goes away. For you taught me to stop and breathe when the world being less friendly, lift my eyes through the blue skies and telling me how beautiful I am as those unapologetically roses. Tonight, I sit on the porch just to feel close to you while the empty seat beside me - untroubled and warm from yesterday’s laughter.

Most of the time that I write, I write so I can listen to what my soul has to say. Nothing could ever give me peace than watching words after words released - as my soul calmly breathes to the sound of my pen gently dancing on the paper.

Shhh… don’t make a sound for they’d hear us and tear us apart hide your splendour your beauty is foreign despicable even in their sacred tomes. Shhh… don’t make a sound heed your steps the path and journey are rough and ruthless shroud your fluttering joy for they love nothing – but its head on the wall. Shhh… don’t make a sound come to me before the darkness fall love and pleasure – in the bed of dreams before I vanished in the light kiss me to the morning comes Shhh… don’t make a sound I’d keep this love in silence, forever alive dreamland’s door is locking you are the guardian a key to our world come and save me.

My days were all about work lately. Which is good, I guess, since certain things still lingered in my mind and refused to cease. At least when I was occupied with work, they'd seemed distant. So, when I had a chance to sit and have a coffee with some favourite company, I decided to enjoy the moment and just talk and smile. Location: Pappa Rich, City Mall, Kota Kinabalu

 My house got flooded yesterday. I didn't prepared for it so there goes my laptop and all my writings in it. Luckily I've saved some in my cloud drive. (Lesson: Save the work in the cloud as well!) One of my latest piece before the flood.. 

  Love is waking up at 5.00am and enjoying the bliss of silence and solitude.  Love is immersing in a beautiful book and feeling all the different emotions.  Love is listening to his favourite song and let it become yours too.  Love is you.  Love is me.  Love is us against the world.