In this black void space,
I could hear voices and laughter.
They tell the stories of yesterday.
They remind me of the swirling emotions
and the white chocolate you gave.
They keep on haunting
until I drift to dreamland
or maybe until dawn.

in my empty apartment
accompany by the busy street
all I could hear in my head
is your voice and laughter.
haunting and taunting.

When I was little
All I did was love
A tiny vessel
Being confused but in love with every surrounding thing
But then this vessel grew up
Filled with hate and judgement from society
Filled with bitter notions and broken promises
And now this vessel stands here
Too full of the wrong things

Blame the skies
for giving me the ability
to believe in infinity
in endless chances
after making mistakes
in numerous again's

Blame the seas
for instilling a sense of curiosity
that's seduced by mystery
under the pretty blue surface

Blame the stars
for granting me so many wishes
but never fulfilling my favorite ones

Blame my mind
for not having any borders
that filter what comes out of my mouth

Blame my heart
for rippling emotions that splash
that burn with spontaneity and glow with passion

Blame my dreams
for diluting my reality
with my favorite happy ending

Blame my mouth
for planting promises
on your lips that I wish
I can pinky promise forever

Blame my hands
for caressing and massaging
all the pleasures of life, the pleasures
of being natural, into that thick skin

Blame my words
for saying things
my mouth
will always
fail
to
vocalize
and finally
blame the
last moon
for always
reminding me
of you every time
it's full
anywhere
I am