I live love through fear.

I confessed to her eyes,
But not her ears and her lips,
Because though the latter are easily deceived,
The former are never blind to the truth.

I wish I lived within an old photograph, a fleeting moment, a stand still, with you.

I have fallen from this road that leads no where.
Hanging by a thread.
My hands are too full of loss to hold on.
But still I won't forget.
You were all that connected me to this world.
You and my regrets.
If I let go and let you go,
All dust would turn to death.

My heart aches when I long for you
And I think it hurts when you miss me too
Though they twinge in different
Sharpness and hues
The Language within Me and You

Hold still
Let me capture you in my mind
Before you are gone forever

Love that needs reciprocation is merely a tourist,
that goes away when interest fades.
True love is love that grows stronger
Especially in dismay.

I wish we could converse in verses
Like what lovers used to do
But no matter what you say to me
In words, in smile, in silence
My world, my dreams, my sunrise
Would still be written all over
With my unchanging love for you.

Is freedom the ability to choose not to have it?

What if I am merely the pleasant little dabs of color on your palette before you paint your true masterpiece.

Sometimes I don't want to remember or be remembered.
Sometimes I just want to be traceless. Leaving no memory, no impression, no scar.

I dress my love in the simplest clothes,
lest you mistake my honest intention,
for boasts and pretension.

I still remember you, and I am still waiting for you, I am afraid that if I give up, afraid that if I forget, nothing will ever last, nothing will ever matter.

So I always color my soul the color of you.

Your love is a mirror,
all I see is a false image of myself.

We are all honey wasps
The Lost of us
We giveth
       All of our well meaning
                Nectar of sweet hopes and dreams
To a world of Aversion
      
Perhaps,
The world will never know who we really are
They do not look, nor can they see

But, we must remember our purpose
             Despite the isolation
                       Despite the mistrust
                          Lest we turn truly
                                    Barren and bitter.

I live through the future in my mind, and the past in my presence. I am always out there, somewhere, but never here in the present.

I live in your past, and you live in my future, that is why we will never meet, even though both of us are always in the present.

She cried the tears of stardust, every droplet, a place, a face, a memory, and a moment in time.

I want to be caught still in a moment with you, but always just slightly apart, never reaching.

Just so I would never lose you, what was never mine.

I would love to ride into the past and never return, so I can forever be in your present.

I swim insignificantly among your vast ocean love.

Written while listening to Bon Ivers' For Emma, Forever Ago
I'd imagine it with a similar tune：


Great Delusion

By：Yisselakh

Verse 1：

I tried standing in the rain
Like an indie movie scene
Even cliches have their meaning
As the film grain begins melting
Did you also think
Sink in that wishful thinking
Our great delusion

Chorus 1：

That if things had been
What they could have been
We would have been
Ceaselessly happy
Happy
Happy

Verse 2：

Now think
What would we have been
Seeking
If that mundane
Had been the state of things

Bridge:

Would you think
Would you think
Would you think
Then

Chorus 2：

That if things hadn't been
What they would have been
We would have been
Boundlessly Happy
Happy
Happy


CODA：

That's our Great Delusion
So probably it's better to let it be
That regret silently gnawing
Let's not rush back in
Shattering that good old dream
And leave us nothing
Nothing
Nothing
But the Great Numbing
Of the loss of wishful thinking

That we could have been
Happy, happy, happy