Now,this is where id liketa be....

So, i was listening to this song called human by jon mclaughlin[brilliant one at that btw]..
And strangely, it made me paint out my dream living... Its all soo vivid in my head. I wish i could paint it out on paper with my mind...ah welll....

Imagine, a 22 by 25 living. Rainy day.Creamy beige wooden flooring. Glass walls- with one parting in lieu of a door that leads to the front yard. Glass roof- the rain water falling off its edges;forming a kinda faux waterfall on all three sides of the glass walls.

Grey curtains with inlaid designs, a strokeve neon green here n there that fades into the grey-automatic, that lines all three sides of the room.

A lil guitar station wid a Gibson or two. Not to forget the piano-a big black Yamaha.

At the centre, a grey, smooth leather settee placed on a huge white and grey rug facing the system,all encircling a small glass table with a pebble table top where white and lavender roses would be strewn.

A potted plant or two ta fill the corners.

Now this is where id like to make myself a cuppa and settle down with a copy of HBR on the leather beauty in my standard indoor clothing-shorts, white tee and a black shrug.

aahhhh...nirvana....

Memo-ripod

Some moments you just can't get enough of. Moments that make yer life easier to endure.

But these moments never last forever in yer head. They always hafta go mix themselves up wid the crappy stuff that i'd love to forget.

I wish we had this contraption into which you could sync yer most beautiful memories while their still fresh in yer mind- every detail, every feeling, every image. And when things go wrong, lay back, put it on and live the moment- to feel what you felt then, every smell and every touch; something that'll take you far far away from the real world and give you reason.

Some memories are just too precious. They need safe-keeping.
Just something to tell you that the world ain't too bad a place.
You've just gotta know where to look.

Alone..

The brutal truth-No one listens.
Maybe thats why silence seems so comforting. I'd like to think that people aren't inevitable.

Sometimes, I like being lonely. I send myself to this lil dark corner in me where i find solace. I sit beside the huge french windows and look up to see the dull cloudy skies listening to emo; and more often than not,feel a tear roll down my cheek. But i like it. I like being depressed. I like that i feel low-to think that I am infact alone. Everyone is.

Sometimes, I prefer shutting myself from the world to see how long I'll last. I find it comforting. Theres absolutely no one I can open myself completely to. Theres always a barrier- something that stops you. Probably just the fact that u'll be misconstrued,judged or simply rejected.

I wish people were like the plants around me- living but indifferent. I wish the opinions didn't matter. Probably go back and erase every connection...everyone....beacuse they'll never stay. And if its not free will, then its always time that takes them away.

Every now and then,I go to that special place in me. Let it remain pure and not infested by people and emotions.I don't need no one. Just myself.Alone.Safe...
No strings.
No reasons for what I feel.
No empathy.
Just me and my lil dark nirvana.