not because they never will meet.
but because they look too alike, whichever way you look at them.
not with hands you hold on to but hands that hold on to you.
i watched titanic twice.
and i am looking forward to watch it a 3rd time this wednesday.
11 years later.
i often wonder, what if tomorrow does not come,
thats why i yearn to ask every question and say every word that i feel for today.
things fall, though not always into place like the way we want them to,
but somehow they will land somewhere even though they are all over the place.
at least we know we can still pick them up if we take the effort to make our way out.
i did not fancy the idea of gravity,
because it restricts movements and intended distances.
then recently i realised that i prefer to be grounded,
than be drifting in a vacuum or taken away in helium.
when you live in another time zone,
everyone at home(7 hours ahead) thinks that you are perpetually online,
only because they notice you when you are one of the few names left on the list during the oddest hour when everyone else is not.
and that is your evening.
i have been hearing this too irritatingly often.
pulling yourself away from the big picture gives a better, clearer view.
and it irritates not because i hear it so often but because it makes too much sense.
i have offended many people in my life.
the logical reason why i can still hold my head up (though not so high) to walk on,
is because i know i am not bad enough to be the worst.
and i still remain as the best, for a precious few.
the few essentials that i have lost and felt being without before,
like help, faith, trust, direction, security and the list goes on.
but i am glad to be carved with a penchant for hope,
which has never been taken away from me.
yet.
