late night trips and random thoughts

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

april 05.06 late night trips has always been a thrill for me.  dont ask me why.  the roar of the machine against the blaring speakers, the sounds of yesteryear against your ears.  your co rider? you’ll never know what goes on inside its head.  and yet, i keep a world of my own.  lost in my own thoughts of what lies ahead the journey.

 

“love will keep us alive…that’s what love is for”

 

 

going north, with the wind blowing through my hair.  a shabby shanty, echoes the cry of hungry children, yet happy.  a couple awaits their fortune.  happy yet not just.  reminds me of a particular song from the eagles and amy grant.  the look on their eyes says “now i’ve found you, there’s no more emptiness inside.  when we’re hungry, love will keep us alive.” or “sometimes we make it harder than it is.  we’ll take a perfect night, and fill it up with words we don’t mean.  dark sides best unseen, and we wonder why we’re feeling this way.”

 

the aroma of it all

 

 

wandering through the marche aux puces, i see slaughtered meat.  on the other side, amongst the blinking lights.  bargaining of souls.  for a mere disease, you get to do what you want with the “meat”, flowers that they sell on the other hand makes you think of someone who gave you one of those common ones.  should i ask after 10 years? only a memory from a scrapbook has the answer.

 

 

love doesn’t hide.  it stays and fights.  it goes the distance, that’s why love is so strong.  so it can carry you all the way home.

 

 

on the final leg of the trip.  a question still lingers.  tears on hold.  as the song played on the radio.  it says:

maybe my love will come back someday, only heaven knows. and maybe our hearts will find their way, only heaven knows. and all i can do, is hope and pray, ’cause heaven knows.

why i live in despair, cause wide awake or dreaming.  i know he’s never there. and all the time i act so brave, i’m shaking inside.  why does it hurt me so ??

how i wish i have the control to stop the music.

 

 

siren’s wail

 

 

a burst of alarm from the distance.  people in distress awaits their destiny.  waiting for relief to extinguish their burning abode.  i wonder, when will my pain be extinguished? i wish the fireman has the answer.

 

 

the chosen one

 

 

as i walk along the dark corners of the peter hill.  two paths ahead of me.  one is to go home and rest my tired soul, or write on the graffiti wall.  it led me here. 

 

 

someone told me…

 

 

“to love is to also commit.  commitment implies dedication of substantial time, energy and resources to a relationship.  and love is created through the deepening of feelings within context.  dont wait until its too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care, because when they’re gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry.  they wont hear you anymore.”

 

 

true. so true.