tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90764406347340061462024-03-09T00:02:42.400+08:00Insomnia With Machine Pens & Papers... ©...& the rest is still unwritten...Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-82854205509289994462010-07-25T16:35:00.001+08:002010-07-25T16:36:19.586+08:00Back up to life.<div style="text-align: justify;">Mia - 25th July 2010 -<i><br /><br />You found me when I was as fragile as an old, cracking glass, marooned silenced on the empty street, abandoned like an invisible dust. The sun didn't seem to be able to illuminate anymore sunshine for the crying, broken heart. </i><br /><br /><i>You found me when I stumbled down the folded grasses, crashed quietly into the full bushes, hidden perfectly as I was coated with red, dried blood showing no mercy towards my painful suffering. It was true, the sun no longer seemed to be able to illuminate anymore bright light to the darkening, blackness of the lonely heart. </i><br /><br /><i>The wound was too long to be there, pasted permanently into my heart, like an invisible scar unable to be washed away, became my most loyal friend throughout the rest of the journey of my life. But you have caught me, Gave me those vanished loves, gave me back my losing senses, so that I could turn my face to you, to give my heart for you and sworn my life for you.</i><br /><br /><i>There was nothing I could do, to shake my head while our eyes locked into each other, when you touched me, gave me the tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach, and kissed me your breath while our hands grasped each other tightly, and gave me the meaning of my life back into the reality. </i><br /><br /><i>Somehow in the dark, you turn on a candle light to shine the heart, who had died for such a long time, you gave spirit towards the broken, flying soul, and woke it up from all the hallucination of eerie nightmares.</i><br /><br /><i>You woke me back up into life. <b>My precious life...</b></i></div>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-10939878036432207762010-07-25T16:05:00.002+08:002010-07-25T16:05:44.778+08:00Realization.<div style="text-align: justify;">Mia - 25th July 2010 -<br /><br /><i>Without me realizing it...</i><br /><br /><i>I fell in love for the countless time again. When our gazes unified on one target of view to the clear, blue sky, painting every bright smile, sprinkling color full of rainbows, spreading the unreadable reasons of life. And I know I was born for you, whilst you sculpt a beautiful world, beyond every little watercolors, knowing that you were my guiding light, the pair of eyes for me to see the right path. There was no more darkness, as you shine the night bright, like angels being adorned in holy and love. As we all knew, in this gifted and miraculous life, nothing was perfect. Black and white was always there accompanying us in every step we took, every words we said, every movement we made. I would say an oath to die for you, my dear. As I owe you my life. There would be no other substitution, of my love for you, neither the huge land nor the deep sea. Because I would just unite them, and sat down on my knees whilst bowing my head down, as I spoke my most affectionate love for you, and spread my hands out to present you how much you have my heart.</i><br /><br /><i>Without me realizing it...</i><br /></div>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-16064588812925085152010-07-25T16:03:00.001+08:002010-07-25T16:04:48.289+08:00Coma.Mia - 21st July 2010 -<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Drinks the blood greedily, eats the heart voraciously, drains the antibody completely and more over, kills the organs softly. Pulls the innocent soul of an unconscious person out into the cold air slowly. The job of an invisible evil, yet active and sickly rapid. Even the name brings the most awkward and disheartening atmosphere when being spoken out loud. Can easily stops the heart beat for a dead second whilst the aura of the chills last. Simply twists the mind of a stranger in grasping fright and give fears to the conscious just with the single, passing noun.<br /><br />Leaves the helpless person motionless, untangled on the bed of white sheet and arms full with wired of liquid tubes and horrible chemicals. Skins as pale as a ghostly girl floating on the grave waiting for the moonlight to shine her. Chest keeps moving to the rhythm of the breathing, but everything else inside and outside of the body is dying. They say it's just for a little while, whilst waiting for it to escape from the sleeping soul and awakens the person back to the loud, adventurous reality. Temporarily dead. Squared-room filled with deafening silence and the beeping heartbeat and rating on the modern technology's screen. The journey of a heart who's about to continue or to end.<br /><br />But this noun - this evil - is not the single, fine line between the miraculous life and the sentenced death. Therefore the helpless soul is actually not afraid of it. Of the deafening threats and blinding, invisible job. He and she has only known it, new and an unwilling stranger, not a true or real friend. It is just a hallucination from an unwanted dream. It's just too strong that it succeed in dragging and pulling the soul into the blackness of the ugly dark. Seeding the sharp, endless fear inside a pure heart, and deadly, firing scenes inside a beautiful mind. Almost like an apocalypse, conquering whilst the poor, two feet are lost in fighting the battlefield. The best persuader in the world when it comes to crushing an innocent life. Best persuader, strong hallucinations. But truth to be told, it is just not powerful enough.<br /><br />When the innocent soul is lying there not moving, all the loving, caring and passionate ones are loyal to the end. They shed their precious tears out, shut their natural eyes and fold their hands together to perform a prayer, whispering words of awakening and full spirit, shining the brightest light towards the darkness, and even sleep their heads on the bed full of white, scary sheet. Their painful cries, forcing smiles, sincere prayers and honest words are the most powerful strength in this world. It's powerful enough to pull the soul back into the bright light and the reality of sweetness and bitterness. Feeling all the pain of the loved ones while laying there unattached is enough to wake one without any loud surprise.<br /><br />All the love in the world is struggling to find it's real place back when everyone suddenly connect together to pray for each other. The link and the bond is the strongest connection. Whilst the reality is returning, somehow there is consequences. It's to be told that when this kind of situation happen, it actually depends on the soul to take the decision and to make the right choice. After all, what makes a man a man? It's not the choices he had, it's the decision that he makes, it's not how he start things, but it's how he end things. In the end, honesty wins whilst fallibility losses. The loyal ones stands straight with even stronger power as the evil is about to hide itself in shame and a life full of sin. And victory is right there at that moment when the innocent soul finally wakes up from the temporary dead.<br /><br /><b>Coma.</b><br /></div>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-35485228579559592032010-06-27T07:27:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:28:09.246+08:00Exhaustion.<b>Mia - 22nd June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>You know what?<br />Someday I'm just so tired with this life<br />I let the exhaustion get inside my restless mind<br />Then I keep making the happiness slipping away<br />Inviting the sadness to burden my droop shoulders<br />Making sure I let my self suffer with drooling pain<br />Forgetting how to remind my self with horrible angst<br />Then there's time where I let my tears drowned me<br />Stopping my hands from drying those bloody floods<br />Moments where I just sat alone in my square room<br />When the world outside has stop being fair and round<br />Playing my violin with fast track and tune of madness<br />Hurting my head with aching blows on the strings<br />Singing classic songs in the cold, frozen shower<br />Draining my self with storms and piercing rainwater<br />Writing nonstop on the same paper everyday<br />Ignoring the bleeding fingers that stench my cheeks<br />Staring hopelessly on the street at night of solitary<br />Dancing my feet on tap-tap like I'm so in love crazily<br />Letting the insomnia change it self<br />Becoming the unbearable insanity.<br /><br />And then guess what?<br />I still can't stop motivating my own self<br />Telling my mind to calm down with starry stares<br />Caressing my own heart with my palms<br />Slowing it's beating with soft, begging words<br />Making sure my eyes can see beautiful, little light<br />At night where I don't have to feel so alone<br />Pulling a little smile on my face as to when I write<br />So my words are strong, lovely imagery poetic figure<br />Then forcing my self to greet every strangers<br />On the lonely street so I don't have to feel left out<br />Take one or two tissues to erase my tears<br />And let the rainwater be my inspiration instead<br />Asking each family to tell me what to do<br />Trying to do what they answered to that<br />Meeting the only true friend under the blue skies<br />Holding onto his arms telling him how much he means<br />Meeting the only light beside his eternal bed<br />Telling stories and remembering him of beautiful memories<br />Then try hard to escape from all this tragedies<br />Because there are tragical loneliness out there<br />So whilst I try to inhale an air so deep<br />That I'm able let it out slowly with care<br />And close my eyes with the intentions to sleep<br />Hoping that the next morning will be a better day.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-66042274620484465932010-06-27T07:26:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:27:28.120+08:00Idk.<code><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mia- June 22, 2010</span><br /><br />It is just it is.<br /><br />None of us human are born perfectly. But we shall never regret for everything has happen and it just happens. We all must have been through an ordeal differently, or get the same tragedy as long as we breathe. They just never stop and never beckons down as these tragedies will drown us to suffer pain and anger. It all seems so hopeless as we have no real control to that, as though life has no meaning anymore. Then there's the feeling of giving up, surrendering, exhaustion to the realization of waking up to the same events every morning and sleep through the same nightmares every night. Every time we go through the hardest part of life as for losing people, we'll ask a question that'll be unanswered. Why should we live if we'll be dead in the end? What's the point? What? Then when the feeling of butterfly-tickling love supposed to grow, instead the angst, ugly hate invented it self alone inside from the core of our heart. From all the solitary moment, the regret, the madness, the illogical preference of all that happen in our life makes us blind, turns us into a heartless man. Then there's another questions unanswered. Why had this happen? What did I do wrong? Why? Perhaps love is beautiful and loneliness is tragical. Whilst hate is ugly and pain is lovely. Then again, what about those times where we are suddenly happy and we forget how it feels to be sad? Even for that one moment in a day. Why do we always remembered the harsh, sadness memories whilst setting aside those happiest, warming memories? Stupid as it is, it is life. It's controlled by how we take things, how we act into each and every events, how we responded to one at a time. Fair or not, it's life. Is it not? Questions unanswered, love and hate, pain and anger, sadness and happiness, memories and moments, loneliness and friendliness. Such a perfect harmony so long gone just because of a single unfair events. Peaceful is gone. War to come. When a baby's born, so helpless and weak. Crying and screaming of the children, frightening and fearing. The cut and slash of the men, guns and pistols shooting of armies. Helpless women running, silence that continued to be deafening. The elders, handicapped people get all the discrimination. Heartless people laughter as loud as anything else, above everything else. Teenagers turn homeless, parents becoming ignorance. Stealing, fighting, slapping, stabbing, slaughtering, killing. Customs and beliefs becoming arguments, debated over the news, and such beautiful things can turn into an anger in the community and raised yet another democracy. Useless. Religions, supposed to be respected to each other, becomes one of the reason why stupid, useless, illogical war happened these days. Oh dear. As if it is all a daily basic affair. What a world. What a world, and what have we become? Funny thinking there's only about less than five percent of the world's population that honestly want to think about peacefulness in this era. If it's not too late that is. Does all this hopes, wishes and prayers enough? But then, as long as we're alive, breathing, we just can't give up. We just never give up. Hoping for the impossible, dreaming for the horrible. Because it's life.<br /><br />It is just it is.</code>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-44392079240261172512010-06-27T07:25:00.002+08:002010-06-27T07:26:35.732+08:00Judgement.<b>Mia - 20th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>My, my, my, I wonder why<br />I can hear your dirty secrets in my mind<br />Haunting and ghostly like those red wine<br />Lusty as ever as your soft words rhyme<br />Begging on your knees like I'm doing crime<br />Whispering on my ears to show you what I am.<br /><br />My, my, my, I wonder why<br />Your filthy mind claim to tell how easy I seems<br />Rabid thinking of owning me in your imaginary dream<br />Of touching my curves and feeling the sleek of my slim<br />The running of your fingers on my back and skins<br />You think I'm that smooth I'll melt like some hot ice-cream.<br /><br />My, my, my, I wonder why<br />How can you be so stupid to judge my body easily<br />You get blinded from the lust you're losing to me<br />I may look soft but I don't think you know what I can be<br />A man can get crushed inside a woman's hands freely<br />And it looks like I'm going to do that to you baby.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-39017491264462996332010-06-27T07:25:00.001+08:002010-06-27T07:25:53.507+08:00Story.<b>Mia - 19th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Time's slowly fading away my dear<br />Leaving behind the story of us to be<br />Your smile will be in my heart forever<br />It'll erase all the loneliness inside me<br /><br />I suddenly remember the moment<br />Where we were laughing together<br />It's still safe inside my heart's diary<br />One day it'll tell everyone our story<br /><br />Once upon a time there's you and me<br />And we used to be together in harmony<br />Beautiful stories of those memories<br />For when we're sad, and when we're glad.<br /><br />I miss you.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-84886517254867422672010-06-27T07:24:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:25:05.321+08:00I'm Done.<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mia - 19th June 2010 -</span><br /><br />At this time of night, where I sat alone in my room, my mind couldn't help but to begin thinking about everything that happened around me, rewinding the days back, the events that occurred, logically or not, and those hours I've just passed through. Didn't matter if they were useless. It seemed like I stayed, unmoved, whilst the world was spinning around me like the unstoppable ticking of the wall clock's needles. Where outside I could feel my self becoming number as the minute moved on, the chill crawling beneath my vulnerable skins, but the blood inside my veins were burning hot, still flowing through every cells just like the strongest waves of the ocean, the nonstop streaming of the river's head and the uncontrollable waterfalls.<br /><br />I don't believe with whatever you give to me anymore. I'm done. I'm stranded here, cornered to the edge, waiting for the perfect momentum to fade. I don't believe about going to the bright, orange sun anymore. I'm done. It used to be able enlightened the dark corner of my heart, but it is my biggest fear now to let my iris catches it's rays. I stopped hoping and waited for the darkness to conquer me. There's just no more love here, so why should I live when there's only pain here. If ever the happiness is created before, I wasn't sure why there should be black, when white could be a better fun, a better joy. I'm done. See you all someday, until we meet again.<br /><br />I'm just going to go home now, to where I originally come from. Without rancor, I'll accept my losing, the feeling of being defeated. Not wanting to call my self a coward, because I've tried. I've tried everything with all that I have, sacrificing everything I have left. Yet there's just no other way. This could be the last, could be the first. I just wanted to go home and be safe there, lying with all soils, dead plants and ashing animals around me. Without rancor, someday someone will salute my winnings. Because I'm done.<br /><br /><b>I'm done.</b>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-63350831172566087022010-06-27T07:23:00.002+08:002010-06-27T07:24:16.966+08:00Paralyzed.<b>Mia - 16th june 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Please blow away the wind of the night<br />Let it take my song and pass it around<br />Far enough that I can't hear anything else<br />Just the wind blowing carelessly<br />I am an adventurer for now<br />Seeking for every meaning<br />Given for me with nothing free<br />I will try as long as I'm breathing<br />I'm like a violin without it's strings<br />If you don't complete me alone<br />I beg for you to stay here and never leave<br />Stretch of white sands waiting for me<br />Every reef on the sea cry with tears<br />If I really can't make you paralyzed<br />Please hug me tightly now<br />Touch every of my fingertips<br />Let your broken wings fly<br />High above with me in the sky<br />Across the clouds to the heaven<br />Take and lead me to your peaceful life<br />Fly, fly, fly with me.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-4545402036948983752010-06-27T07:23:00.001+08:002010-06-27T07:23:37.918+08:00Ways Of Life<b>Mia - 16th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b><sub>I'm used to calmly keep<br />Smiling<br />Even though my heart is<br />Crying.<br />You're the certain special, secret<br />Story<br />The I write with blood inside my<br />Heart.<br />You will be there and never will be<br />Erased<br />As you're my beautiful light here<br />Forever.<br />Forget everything leave them<br />All<br />When I will be calm and you are<br />Gone.<br />I will hug you tight in your<br />Spirit<br />You know now it's just the way of<br />Life.</sub>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-56913246813076996892010-06-27T07:22:00.001+08:002010-06-27T07:22:54.903+08:00Nightly Butterfly<sub><b>Mia - 16th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b></sub><sub>Some of us hate her<br />Few of us needed her<br />Some of us knelt down to love her<br />But most of us heartlessly tortured her<br /><br />The story line of the streetwalker's life<br />Seeking money to pay for her souls<br />Lips smile seducing with soft words begging<br />To each and every of those who came<br />Is it a sin what she is doing?<br />Are they holy enough those who ask?<br />Does it matter because there's nothing else<br />This is the story line of the Nights Butterfly's life<br /><br />Sometimes she smiles in her tears<br />Sometimes she cries in her smiles<br />Then she said to herself :<br />Oh what happened, happened.<br />God helps when He wants to help.<br />Fair or not I don't have choice.<br />I only know how to continue my life.<br />As a Nightly Butterfly Woman.</sub>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-66550727081312720942010-06-27T07:21:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:22:11.761+08:00Space.<b>Mia - 16th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Participating the leaves that gently flowing<br />Carried by the rivers to the end of the eyes<br />And I began to fear the born of losing<br />Inhaling a missing space it crushed my chest<br />Making my curved ways trying to touch you<br />Oh warmth did I feel inside my heart<br />I held it tight to me and stopped the time<br />Nevertheless it did not stop you walking away<br />Never did I doubt and always I remembered<br />The cast and warmth that your eyes gave<br />Though your touches were cold and frozen<br />I was at that time frightened to seek the meaning<br />Of growing alone within a space of missing<br />You came and went inside my mind<br />Just like that every day without a message<br />Accepting you and the way you behave<br />I did not cry when you came<br />Nor did I break into some kind of madness<br />But as soon as you decided to go away<br />Shutting my eyes with my heart whispering<br />I prayed we met each other in the space of missingMiaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-8675456798250311612010-06-27T07:20:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:21:16.440+08:00oh, help.<sub><br /><b>Mia - 16th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b></sub><sub><i>Oh, help me<br />I'm drowning<br />So broke up inside.</i><br /><br />I have fought to struggle<br />Not to break or to fall down<br />While I must stand alone on my own.<br /><b>Believe me, do you? </b><br /><br />When I wander out lost<br />Wondering if I could survive the pain<br /><b>I want to rain heavily that the world could sink</b><br />For the burden's too heavy on my shoulders.<br /><br />Where I fell and I broke<br />Waking up by the desire of anger<br /><b>I want to storm hard that the world could tear apart</b><br />For the scar's too deep inside my heart.<br /><br />I have failed while I tried<br />Burning inside I wanted to scream<br />It kills me not being able to be strong for you.<br /><b>Forgive me, will you?</b><br /><br /><i>Oh, help me<br />I'm drowning<br />So broke up inside.</i><br /></sub>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-514137016711912262010-06-27T07:19:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:20:02.203+08:00June 15th, 2010.<b>Mia - 15th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Today was cloudy, windy, sad, dark and slow.<br /><br />It had been thirty days since Mario went to heaven.<br /><br />I was not surprised that no one in my siblings remembered today, I have had guessed that. Perhaps my parents, but they were busy in Paris for their Orphanage business, and maybe they prayed for him. Maybe. It had been thirty days, and ever since that, I still could never take Mario out of my mind for a single day. Each and every day that I passed through, he would always be running through my brain. His name would be repeatedly announced out of my lips, his memories would never stop replaying inside my mind. And every time he visited me like that, spiritually, tears would still pouring down my cheeks, and though I <i>am</i> happy that he <i>is</i> in heaven, away from all the pain, I could not stop begging for him to come back, begging silently. Hoping that he might listen to me, hoping that one day, I could watch him growing up into a man, still as my little brother, but a man of his own, success and happy.<br /><br />But maybe he <i>is</i> happy, somewhere above there.<br /><br />The cemetery where he was buried was only a few miles away from my home. It was dawn, early morning when I started walking from my house straight to the cemetery. I had to work today, but earlier yesterday, I called to announce that I would be late coming in. The morning was cold and raining lightly, the sun was not up yet. I used to take a bus from the bus stop near my village, but I decided I would take the one closer to the cemetery. I wanted to visit Mario today. I always passed by his cemetery and looked at his grave from far away inside the bus, but today, I want to sit beside him for awhile, and to tell him some stories... just like what I used to do every night he wanted to go to sleep. And so that was what I did. It was not long after I sat beside his grave and broke off.<br /><br />The day was not black, it was not even raining. But I wish it was. I wish it was black so no one could see that I was crying. I wish it was raining so every one would mistaken my tears were actually the rainwater. But I did tell him some stories, as I sat there alone, kneeling beside him, and did not take the matter of anything around me. I told him about what have I did everyday, what was happening at the orphanage, I told him about the beauty of the sunset, and remind him our memories together and I sang his favorite song. I was not even scared with the empty cemetery like I used to be. With Mario in the middle of the crushing, dead corpse, I felt slightly brave. Though whenever the realizations hit me, that he was one of them, I was weak all over again that I could not stand.<br /><br />When I sat on the nearest bench and let my eyes cried anymore tears that it wanted to, I heard footsteps from behind me. I turned around to find a mixture blood of English and Malayan guy climbing the stairs down from the upper cemetery. I was a little surprised with that, as I thought the cemetery was empty; he must have come earlier. And it seemed to me that he was so lost in his own thought that he did not see me as he sat on the bench. And like always, my own feeling was defeated and my heart broke whenever I saw a person who was alone, sad, crying, or even in silent, with a face that showed that he/she was lost, hopeless, alone, defeated and dying inside sitting on the street or anywhere. I had always have the urged to help to brighten up their days, even just for a few second to see their sincere smile, not a smirk, not a losing smile. A real smile. Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to forget about everything for awhile. If it was not for his helpless, pale face, I would not consider bringing a conversation up.<br /><br />"Are you unwell?" That was the dumbest question ever right at that moment. My voice broke from all the crying, and I just sounded pathetic. His face did not show if he was surprised when he turned to me. His brownish eyes looked watery and hopeless, he did not smile, nor did he frown; his expression was flat.<br /><br />"Who could ever be well in this kind of place?" Now that was formal, I thought. The voice was soft, and reasonable, I was just glad he was not mad. His eyes kept staring over the space in front of him, his hands clasped together under his chin, as if he was praying. I relaxed, glad that he did not see my red face.<br /><br />"You look pale, is all."<br /><br />"Probably because of the cold." He sighed. And I thought he must be in such situation like I did.<br /><br />I was not sure what else to say, until I saw the special army bracelet he was wearing. "You're an army?"<br /><br />He glanced at me, before looking down to his left wrist, and nodded. "Yeah. Physically." He unclasped both his hands and put it in his jacket's pocket as he leaned on the bench.<br /><br />"You must have done a lot of help in your life for your country..." I smiled though my face seemed to be frozen as my tears dried.<br /><br />He stared at me for a moment, and I was afraid I said something sensitive for him, so I looked everywhere but him, waiting. "Sometimes... But like I said, I'm only physically an army. What's your name, if I may be bold enough to ask?"<br /><br />I smiled again, loving the way he spoke so formal. "A true army, a true soldier is always based upon what he aims honestly in his heart, so only he knows whether he is a true army, physically or not. And my name is Mia."<br /><br />"You're... You're right. But I am not so sure what is it I aim for as a true soldier after seeing so many death in front of my eyes, so many bloodshed, so many innocent souls dying," he sighed again, "my name's Martin. I'm actually visiting Brunei for a few days now."<br /><br />"But it's the risk of being a soldier, no? Plus, you're never alone in seeing people dying, we all do, we all will. And welcome to Brunei, sir." I smile again, trying to ease the tense moment growing around us because I could not believe we were talking about dying people in front of a cemetery.<br /><br />"How old are you? You seemed... Very young. Forgive me." He suddenly spun and turned his body to face me. I was so taken aback I did not know what to do. I bit my lips as I stole a glance to my watch. 8.15 A.M.<br /><br />"I'm seventeen." I replied shortly.<br /><br />"Young yet wise, huh?" For the first time since I saw him, he gave me a slow, sincere smile. It fits him very well, he should smile more. I smiled back, unsure of what to say.<br /><br />"I'm twenty-five old." He said, still smiling. I arched my eyebrow and smile politely. I did not think he could be twenty five, he looked younger than that, he looked like twenty. His face was all clean shaved but I could see a short scar on his left cheek.<br /><br />"Ah, it's not that old. When you're still twenty, you're still teeny. I'm glad you could smile, I'm happy to see that." I smile again, and as per usual, anyone whose smile was sincere and light, that would already be enough for me to make me smile.<br /><br />"Thank you. It has been a hell of a morning." He smiled again, this time with a pair of sad eyes.<br /><br />"Same here, sire. Just like I told you, never alone." I smiled back, and stood up. "But... I think I have to go now, it's almost 9, and I have work to do." I looked at him apologetically.<br /><br />"Oh well let me walk you. Where are you going?" He abruptly stood up too.<br /><br />"To the bus stop just at the front. You don't need to do that-"<br /><br />He stopped me from talking and bow slightly as to let me lead him to the front gate. I sighed and smiled at him before walking down to the gate and led us towards the main roadside. "I never actually asked you... Are you... visiting a friend?" I slowly pointed towards the cemetery that we were about to pass.<br /><br />He was tall beside me, I envied him. "Yes, a former great army. My best buddy. After 3 years, I still couldn't forget him. He was a Bruneian, hence the grave is here." We were silent for awhile. Then he asked me, "What about you?"<br /><br />I swallowed, telling my tears not to pour down once again as the thought suddenly strike me. "My little brother, not by blood. But he's my light, and he still is. He has only been gone for a month, so... it's not that long yet for me." I smiled as we walk towards the bus stop.<br /><br />"I'm sorry for your loss..." He was almost whispering. We stood silently beside each other under the bus stop. Waiting for the bus to came and letting the sun dried our tears up. He shoved his hands in his pocket, shuffling his feet. The silence was uncomfortable for me, it made my mind kept thinking about Mario, and how he is holding up. I glanced back to where we walked from and saw the cemetery fading away. I whispered in my heart : <i>Little one, I have to go for now. But like you already know, I would never leave you, you're always in my heart. I will come back soon, and tell you what I should tell you. I love you...</i> I smiled for awhile and before Martin could spot it, I found the bus coming over. Martin finally looked down on me and smile sincerely.<br /><br />"Time to go?"<br /><br />"Yeap. You're not going to be lost right?" I grinned.<br /><br />"I've been visiting Brunei for the past three years, Mia, don't worry," he chuckled. I smiled wider. The bus came to a halt in front of us and I took a few steps forward to the opened door.<br /><br />"Wait. Mia, my personal card." Martin went up beside me and handed me the blue card as he shook my hand. I looked down on it before looking back up on him.<br /><br />"Well thank you for this." I waved the card at him.<br /><br />"Consider me a call anytime, will you?" He bend his head to the right slightly and grinned.<br /><br />I chuckled, "Of course. Oh, and remember. He who stand, fight and save his country, his people, his family, his friends and himself is the truest warrior out there. So when you have fought, you have tried, you have saved, but there are still death, don't worry, the dead knew who you are, saw who you are, witnessed who you are, and if it makes your heart break, think of the one who are alive, and is still needed to be saved. They needed you, Mr. Army." I grinned quickly and waved at him before stepping up into the bus and quickly found a sit beside the window closer to where he stood.<br /><br />We waved at each other before the driver drove us apart. He mouthed the words thank you and I smiled at him. And I was still smiling after he was long gone behind and thought about Mario. I wish I could tell him about how fortunate it was for me to meet a stranger and make a new friends again. Especially when I was able to help him smile. It had been awhile since I helped a stranger, and I missed doing it.<br /><br />I missed the peacefulness that flew into my heart as soon as I saw a stranger smile sincerely.<br /><br />I missed Mario. I missed how his smile had always brought a peaceful and calm state into my self, and brought me an endless inspiration. Since the first time I saw Mario's pure smile, I had always loved smiling, and loved everyone else to smile. And would always want to do everything I could to make them smile. Mario had taught me a lot of things, without him knowing it. If only he could be here longer, with me, I would be so much better than I am now. He would have told me little more than just this, and I could have witnessed how he grown up, how he matured easily, how he put a meaning into someone else's life. He was just so little...<br /><br />So little that he did not deserve for the pain that he suffer.<br /><br />How I wish to exchange his place to mine.<br /><br />I wish...<br /><br /><i>I miss you Mario, little one. Yesterday, today, and forever. No one knows how much you mean to me, how much you have change my life after six years together. You have never spoke to me, but how great it was your impact that have gotten into my life. You are one brave boy, you have fought through your life in pain yet still you can make other small people just like me to be happy, and I know you are the real warrior out there. You never give up in your life though the pain was unbearable. You're so brave, so strong... I love you.</i>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-77491394257211716852010-06-27T07:18:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:19:13.569+08:00Drinks and Drugs<b>Mia -12th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Drinks and drugs are my things<br />Things that greatly inspire me<br />Inspire me with stunning words<br />Words that I can inked down<br />Down inside my scrap notebook.<br /><br />Perhaps my addiction is getting stronger<br />Stronger like when it immersed me<br />Immersed me with my deeper emotions<br />Emotions in which I always wish to let out<br />Let out just to be creative or just to be<br />To be satisfied over my own feelings.<br /><br />Cigarettes, beer or coffee in a hand<br />A hand while the other one is writing<br />Writing as fast and as much as possible<br />Possible enough to fill the empty paper<br />Paper that will be a proof to me one day<br />One day where I wake up and realize<br />Realize that it was my writing<br />My writing for when I am on<br />On my drinks and drugs.<br /><br />Pitying over my self<br />My self while reading it<br />Reading it and smiling<br />Smiling because I feel<br />Feel satisfied over those<br />Those emotional words<br />Creativity with uniqueness<br />Uniqueness that makes me<br />Makes me proud on my own<br />My own drugs and my own drinks.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-44909945543236433222010-06-27T07:17:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:18:15.217+08:00Missing.<b>Mia - 12th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>I keep walking without stopping.<br />And you even have gone leaving.<br />I pray in the middle of the beautiful world.<br />I pray for you that I will always miss a lot.<br /><br />Begging for you to stay here.<br />And you will not leave me, ever.<br />Coated in the middle of the world's coldness.<br />Coated with you that I always miss ever since.<br /><br />Begging for you to stay here.<br />And you will not leave me, ever.<br />Keep singing, na na na na na...<br />Keep singing for you that I miss so much.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-49914254359467886632010-06-27T07:16:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:17:09.779+08:00Beg.<b>Mia - 12th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Whenever I think of you,<br />Too far in the eyes,<br />Closer to the heart,<br />The thoughts about visiting,<br />Though there will be differences,<br />For the journey will be dangerous,<br />Because you are in heaven,<br />And I am in fantasy of hell reality.<br /><br />Whenever I think of you,<br />Too far in the eyes,<br />Closer to the heart,<br />Will it be the same for you,<br />The desire of meeting again,<br />When you watch me from above,<br />As I smile beneath my tears,<br />And cry beneath my laughter.<br /><br />If I am still able to speak now,<br />I have polite words to be spoken,<br />If people ever despise you for you,<br />I will stand by you and praise yourself,<br />Guardian will be me, angel will be you,<br />You were still young when you left,<br />So please forgive me when I beg,<br />Beg for you to come back.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-40687704833775114292010-06-27T07:15:00.002+08:002010-06-27T07:16:26.034+08:00Let Me.<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mia - 12th June 2010 -</b><br /><br />The sky was so dark and the night was lonely. Neither the traffic nor the people stopped crowding the street. Droplets of rainwater poured down from the clouds, watering the dry earth. Standing drenched with open wounds, I had to watch my affection for you torn apart. Nothing else was spared, no. I wanted to reset the day, I wanted to fix it better. You were wrong when you said I could go on in life without you. You were wrong, and I knew it. I needed you, I always needed you. How dare you left me and never came back.<br /><br /><i>Where is that heaven? Let me changed your place with mine.</i><br /><i>Is the heaven there? Let me entwined mine with yours.</i><br /><br />But though it happened; I let my smile dancing in the moist, still air. I let every one know, and realized. That even death would never do us apart. Death would never stop my affection for you. Death would never change my opinion about you, about the fact that you have loved me from the very first day. And even if you were far away, up above in the sky, I would tell people, that you still love me. And that we would never forget each other.<br /><br />Even though...<br />Even though there was no meaning for me to be alive anymore when you were not there beside me, like you used to be.<br /><br /><i>Where is that heaven? Let me changed your place with mine.</i><br /><i>Is the heaven there? Let me entwined mine with yours.</i><br /></div>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-64884048316800067602010-06-27T07:15:00.001+08:002010-06-27T07:15:28.346+08:00The former.<b>Mia - 12th June 2010 - </b><br /><br />I used to be the person that you praised<br />The person that you dear the most<br />As you said I was the best champion<br />That you would always love.<br /><br />Now that the wheels spin around.<br /><br />You began to despise me these days<br />Throwing me away from your life<br />Letting me suffer my own dirty blood<br />Inside the suffocation of forever.<br /><br />Because now the wheels really spin around.<br /><br />Where had your sweet promises gone?<br />Telling me you will always be loving me<br />Until the last second of my breaths.<br />Now you had really left me<br />When I was slumped alone<br />On the corner of the silent street.<br /><br />There I was... The former.<br />There I was... Your ex.<br /><br />Where had your sweet promises gone?<br />Willing to be loyal until my own death<br />Now you had really left me<br />When I was falling and I was alone.<br /><br />There I was... The former.<br />There I was... Your ex.<br /><br />Sick of the loneliness slicing<br />When all the love just vanish.<br /><br />Where had your sweet promises gone?Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-66797520422948068322010-06-27T07:14:00.001+08:002010-06-27T07:14:54.235+08:00Irreplacable.<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mia - 12th June 2010 -</b><br /><br /><i>You... It will always be you. I always think about you, there will never be an end to that. It is true, it is always you. I always ache for you, your little touch, your innocent smile and your graceful hands movement whenever you speak to me. Maybe it is only you, being my most beautiful light that I have ever had. During the journey of my life, that started ever since your heart beat slowly, to the day that you come into my life, until it was gone, and every day has change. Maybe it is only going to be you, your light is just different from others. I get thirsty from missing you so much.</i><br /><br /><i>I really want you to know my deepest message from the core of my heart. You are the only light that ever shine me as bright as the sun, and even brighter. You are the first, and you are the last. There is not a single person that can replace you as you are irreplaceable. There will be no one else exist. Only you. Will never exist. Only you are my brightest light in my life.</i><br /><br /><i>Six years from since you first smile to me, I still remember how much peacefulness it has pour into my heart. Your innocent, little face, when you angle it to the right to look up at me, and your eyes shine to me like a diamond in the sky. But you do not know how beautiful yours are. Your little fingers, plump and soft, holding and gripping mine so tight like you never want to let go. The way you play with me like you want to play with me until the end of time. You are so little, so innocent. So beautiful, so bright. Just like a little angel.</i><br /><br /><i>And even though you never tell me you love me from your voice, I know your sign language from your hands are just more than enough.</i><br /><br /><i>When I said : I love you, little one. You will always put your hands against your heart, only to tell me, that you love me too. </i><br /><br /><i>Maybe... You will be the only beautiful light I have ever had in my life. I love you.</i><br /><br /></div>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-34687861085155356512010-06-27T07:13:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:14:08.583+08:00Leaving on a Jet Plane<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mia - 11th June 2010 -</b><br /><br /><i>Just one of those nights... Just one of those nights...</i><br /><br />I bit my lower lip hard as my forehead wrinkled and folded into hundred lines of late night phobias. I started to sweat, when it was cold at that moment, not as warm as I wanted it to be. Turning my shivering body to my right side, my half-shut eyes quickly captured the moonlight shadowing the darkness inside my bedroom from my window glass. I tucked both my hands on the underside of my favorite pillow and tried to comfort my head as much as I could. There was no wind inside, yet I felt as chilled as if I was standing outside in my garden in the middle of the night, with the breeze flying pass my body, and droplets of rain piercing through my pale skins.<br /><br />I closed my eyes, shaking my head slowly, wanting the imagination to quickly escape from my exhausted mind. I still remembered a minute ago, I was washing my face and saw my own reflection on the mirror in my bathroom. I never looked so horrible in my life. My eyes were bloodshot red, black shadows covering on the bottom of it as if I was wearing mascara, except I was not. My face was pale, or maybe the whole of my skins were pale. I looked thinner, and for some reason I was sickly happy about it. My head ached so bad I wish I could slap it on a wall. Hard. Being afraid of my own reflection, I quickly went to the kitchen and took a bottle of warm water. Inside my room, I got my pills out from the cupboard. Before taking most of it into my hands, I sat on the edge of my bed feeling frustrated because I had to take these pills yet again to help me fight my own problem. But whether I fought or not inside my mind, debating about it, those pills were going to end swallowed in my throat and into my stomach. As always.<br /><br />I could not feel warm, comfortable or safe whenever the night came. Every after midnight, I would need to find my self doing anything, just anything, so that I did not have any barriers to let my self think, especially not whilst alone. It could be dangerous if I had to sit alone in my room, lying on my bed and did nothing. I could even cry or shout so suddenly, out of nowhere. And I did not want to ever do that again, just to make people worried. It was so hard for me, so hard that I wish I had a friend, invisible or not, to stay inside my room during midnight until dawn just to accompany me and fought with me the traumas I had. I would not mind if the person was silent all the time, just be there and hold my hands, do tell me I am not alone. Please, somebody...<br /><br /><i>Just one of those nights... Just one of those nights...</i><br /><br />The clock showed it was 3:56 a.m. It was almost dawn. I shook my head, feeling my self was on the edge of crying. My tears were wet, still strongly not letting those tears to roll down off my cheeks. I swallowed, before slowly sitting up and crawled out of my blanket. Inside the darkness of my room, I went to take my phone at the table and decided to open the Music Gallery. My fingers quickly scrolled the button down to find a song that would always accompany me through my sleepless nights. I found the song and smiled alone like one crazy girl. Gripping the phone in my hands, I went towards my window and slowly looked outside the view. Dark, cold, and drizzles. I saw the moving trees, the moon, the stars, and I could not help but wish to be there with them. Sighing like some kind of lunatic, I closed the curtains in one swift movement and slammed my self down on the bed again. This time, I took the blanket to cover me, and laid on my back, facing the ceiling whilst the song still sang out lowly from the phones speaker.<br /><br />I closed my eyes once more, starting to feel numb and exhausted everywhere on my body. I smirked, knowing how fast the pills worked on me. Then my favorite lyrics started to sing in the air. I sang it out together with the artist. Whispering like a demonic angel in the middle of the night, and at last feeling the hot, rolling tears on my cheeks. I did not open my eyes, instead shut it tighter, letting the song that accompanied me every night, sang me the lullaby that would make my heart in a perfect calming state.<br /><br />As usual, for once, I felt like sleeping after a few minute of swallowing those pills. Killing me softly, I knew, but what could I do? I did not have anymore choice than to have eaten them all every time I had to sleep. I had to. I had to.<br /><br /><b>So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you will wait for me. Hold me like you will never let go. Cause I am leaving on a jet plane, dont know when I will be back again. Oh baby, I hate to go...</b><br /><br />As frustrated as always, I found my self drifted slowly to my dreamless sleep... Even if it would take only a few hours before the sun is rising, this could maybe feel better. Maybe I would feel safer as soon as I went to sleep, after all... Another warm tears rolled down my cheek. I rolled to my side and buried my face onto my pillow.<br /><br /><i>Just one of those nights... Just one of those nights...</i><br /></div>Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-86994519163615496002010-06-27T07:12:00.002+08:002010-06-27T07:13:24.163+08:00A gift in a gift<b>Mia - 9th June 2010 -</b><br /><br />It is his day!<br /><br />We stop breathlessly and flop ourselves on the old, colorless bench together. I giggle, tucking my hair behind my ears and toss my head back, shutting my eyes as I do so and smile towards the calming, blue skies. He grin casually, beads of sweats are still covering most of his forehead but he ignored them. Fanning himself with his shirt, he leans down on the bench, one leg folded up as the other one hang down loosely.<br /><br />"Manage to win, didn`t I?" He says, grinning over at me as I open my eyes and stare at him.<br /><br />"That was just a tiny running competition, lets try some marathon next time. Deal?" I wink.<br /><br />"Deal," he winks back non-chalantly. We laugh out loudly for awhile.<br /><br />The southern, little park is not as crowded as usual, there are just some people, who seems to be teenagers and less than old, talking to each other, wildly ignoring whatever is happening around. Probably the same with us, but it is important for me to see what is the surrounding like before I can do my plan.<br /><br />Yes. I have a secret plan. And I am just about to reveal it.<br /><br />"What are you thinking about?" Both his eyes are still looking over something in the distance when I looked at him.<br /><br />"Aging. Lol." He rolled his eyes.<br /><br />"Oh dear. Best not be, not a pleasant thing to think about, you know..."<br /><br />"Well why dont you tell me what is pleasant?"<br /><br />Its always like this. He is just a genius in twisting people minds with his words. He is also one of the best writer whose works I always adore. Poems or proses, he keeps on doing something with such a unique style of his own and tells us the message he wanted to tell. Likewise, now, he is probably just testing my knowledge. I mean, what is there so pleasant enough to think about right now? What should I say? And have I mention that he is an amazing writer? Well, he is.<br /><br />"You know what.... I got something for you." I am suddenly impatient for my plan. He has this teasing smirk on his face when he turns to me.<br /><br />"Yeah? Pleasure thing, or painful one?" He asks. Twisting minds again.<br /><br />"I... Im not sure," I shrug, taking out my small, plain notebook from my bag, "for you." I smiled sincerely.<br /><br />"Me?" He hesitates in taking the notebook from my hands.<br /><br />I nod eagerly, smiling cheekily, "Read it."<br /><br />He confusingly smirks again and glances at me before turning back towards the notebook and opening it slowly. The first page begin to come into view. And I hear his little gasping before he starts reading every words I scribble down in that notebook.<br /><br />First page :<br /><br /><code>"Hey Tom Slogrove. Happy Birthday!"</code><br /><br />Second page :<br /><br /><code>"Happy birthday Tom, I really wish youre having a day<br />A day that youll cherish and an age that youll remember<br />Remember it and the first time I met you on deviantART<br />DeviantART that gives me lucky chance to read your writing<br />Writing thats so unique, photography and drawing so beautiful<br />Beautiful just like how you adore the wonderful Lady Gaga<br />Gaga that keep inspiring you with vodka and cigarettes<br />Cigarettes during rainy days and those days you talk to me<br />Me agreeing with you most of the time just to tell you<br />You are an amazing, developing artist in my opinion<br />Opinion that I would like you to know it today<br />[Because] Today is the day, is not that what you say?"</code><br /><br />Third page :<br /><br /><code>"I talk a lot, did not I?<br />Well. In Short : You are one amazing friend.<br />And Happy Birthday Tom!"</code><br /><br />I grin widely at him as soon as he finished reading it.<br />Wishing silently he get what I am saying and he knows how cool Mr. Tom is!Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-52537614490911903962010-06-27T07:12:00.001+08:002010-06-27T07:12:46.292+08:00What have I done?<b>Mia - 9th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b><i>We have done and try it all, but there seems no hope at all.</i><br /><br />Someday, these days, children, teenagers or adult, there are just no barriers to what differentiate us. When one falls down, two fall together. If you think you have been through so much in life, through the strongest waves of the ocean and the loudest strikes of lightning, you may as well listen to what others have achieved while they stand on the peak of the mountain, falling down, or sitting down in the middle of nowhere, broken heart. So when life treats you bad, you may as well listen to someone elses.<br /><br /><i>Remembrance to the past, strengthens the future.</i><br /><br />Should we be blind for some reason, towards the wonderment that the world has yet to offer us and let it all takes us by surprise? Or shall we be the face without a name, and a soul without a breath towards each other? There are unopened doors with hidden keys thrown somewhere. These keys, eventually, are not only for the doors, but what leads us to behind the frame. The key for us to open our eyes, and give a chance to anything and anyone to come to ourselves, seeking for either pleasure or pain. But knowing that you would not be able to go anywhere because we are all living in one planet. Why cannot we hold each others, no matter young or old, sexualities or even religions. When things happen, it happens, and this will be our own book of history towards the eternity later.<br /><br /><i>Flames to dust; lovers to friends.</i><br /><br />Everything just feels like breaking down. Of course, with you not letting your self to help or to be helped. What is the point of living when you keep telling yourself you are alone? And in heart whispering : If you go, then so will I. It is not our aim. Failing will always happen as long as we are alive, pain and cruelty will never leave us alone. They could even be our very close friend. But lets think of the opposite ways; these feelings, they are the one who will lead us to be able to choose what we wants, whether good or bad, positive or negative. From pain, cruelty, anger, leads to true friends, love and happiness. Blaming is only to be accused to your self whenever accidents happened. Do not point your finger to someones faces, instead, point it back to your self and ask your heart ; What have I done?Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-50742888271438889022010-06-27T07:11:00.000+08:002010-06-27T07:12:02.145+08:00Hopeless Romantic<b>Mia - 9th June 2010 -<br /><br /></b>Being a hopeless romantic girl<br />she walks down the barren road alone<br />only to be accompanied invisibly<br />with the diamonds up on the sky<br />at a breezy night with droplets<br />where no one really know who she is.<br /><br />The small boots of hers make a sound<br />too loud beneath her that she cringes<br />every time it attracts people s attention<br />and when she smiles at them sweetly<br />their sincere reply will always cool her down<br />but nothing is strong enough to freeze her.<br /><br />Both her hands tight inside her pocket<br />the denim jeans and baggy shirt she wears<br />covered her body during the hot summer<br />where she suppose to have pub party<br />yet she cannot stop her exhausted mind<br />to keep thinking about her lonely heart.<br /><br />How she wishes so badly right now<br />if only the man of her dream walks beside her<br />holding her soft yet cold hands in a grip<br />kissing her full lips that never been kissed<br />to trace the contour of her heart from her skins<br />and to tell her just how much she means to him.Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076440634734006146.post-86384660797383375592010-06-27T07:10:00.002+08:002010-06-27T07:11:25.911+08:00Keep Singing...<b>Mia - 8th June 2010 -</b><br /><br />hey hey hey...<br />its time to return, time to follow your heart<br />hey hey hey...<br />its time to sing, to intone your dreams today<br /><br />let your hum colour the world<br />and allow the time to taste what you would offer<br /><br />scatter the love and kept on singing<br />sing a song that will entertain their hearts<br />the lonely hearts that continues to grieve<br />sadness that still haunts them invisibly<br />life is short than most have thought<br />now temporarily forget everything<br />everything would have ended<br />where eventually we will return<br /><br />hey hey hey...<br />its time to play with our wild dreaming<br />hey hey hey...<br />you dont need to confront all that bothers you<br /><br />dont this life is one journey that never ends?<br /><br />so sing my song<br />and sing your song<br />forever we kept singing<br />lets go na na na na...Miaa Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804296507231263856noreply@blogger.com0