Slow dance.

>In the mood for something?<
>Credits to Deviantart<

He gently takes your hand and leads you to the empty dance floor.
He puts an arm around your waist while his other hand tightens its grip on your slender fingers.
The music starts off with a slow beat.
You can't recall how long since you did this with someone but you seem to get the hang of it, thanks to his guiding steps.
As both of your eyes meet, life around you slows down.
The lights seem dimmer than they used to be.
The background tune fades into a lazy whisper, caressing your skin with its sultry tunes.
You then realize alot of things about him.
His scent.
His deep eyes filled with countless of emotions.
The way his nostrils flare with every sharp exhalations.
His lips, half-opened, words waiting to be spoken.
Those same lips closing the distance between both of you in a painstakingly slow manner.
Suddenly you realize alot of things about yourself.
The way you can't take your eyes of him.
The way your breath exhales with a distinctive sharpness.
The way your lips are half-opened.
And the distance between you and him which will never exist in a few moments.

As you delve into sweet sweet oblivion, you finally found that slow dancing isn't such an outdated thing anymore.



P.S: My vivid imagination is working overtime.

A post of lyrics.

>credits to deviantart. i know it's pretty irrelevant with this post but can't help to find it adorable.<

So the title says.

The world's a roller coaster

And I'm not strapped in

Maybe I should hold with care

But my hands are busy in the air saying

You're a mountain that I'd like to climb

Not to conquer, but to share in the view

You're a bonfire and I'm gathered 'round you

Set this old black heart inertia aflame.

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear

And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear

Take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before and seems to have a vague

Haunting mass appeal

But lately I'm beginning to find that I

Should be the one behind the wheel.

P.S: Lyrics are from the following songs by Incubus: Wish You Were Here, Black Heart Inertia and Drive.

Simplified in poetry.

I have this habit of writing random poems/stuff when I'm waiting for someone or just plain bored. This habit intensifies when my heart tends to be bothered with issues that I only know of. The following stuffs were written today around 5.40pm to 6.00pm with me sitting at the stairs outside KPDA. 

i. Occupations.

If my eyes are camerapersons, they would have taken so many pictures of the environment, no matter how shabby it is. Because beyond the exterior, lies a wonderful story caught in the moment.

If my heart is a painter, it would have painted 1001 emotions in my daily life's blank canvas. From bright colors of magenta and orange, to sombre colors like midnight blue and grey.

If my senses are investigators, they would have explored and investigated every nook and cranny in any object/human they could find to unravel the raw truth. Talk about digging gold in a barren wasteland.

If my ears are music producers, they would have channeled the random sounds from my surroundings, combined them with the falsettos of my heart and composed them into a beautiful song that echoes around the precipes of my mind.

If my mouth is a radio DJ, it would update its listeners with the endless arguments between my mind and my heart that have to offer.

ii. Letters hidden beneath randomness.

I wanna sleep.

Flowers are pretty.

Elephants are wise.

Enrich point from MAS are so overrated.

Legs are sexy when they are lean.

Lean bodies rock.

Icings in cupcakes are my loves.

Katherine McPhee has a very soulful voice.

Everybody knows but nobody REALLY knows.

Cats are adorable.

Rats are disgusting yet smart.

Yay for final exams (Aprilfool's coming, so can't help it).

Inside out, round and round.

NANA is a rock-inspired anime which deserves much credit with its songs itself.

God gave our souls wings to fly, but how much do we appreciate those wings that gave us freedom?

iii. Two words.

A struggle.

With emotion.

A tear.

Being stubborn.

A past.

Not unforgettable.

A contact.

Physical attraction.

Hidden feelings.

Always resisting.

Never fading.

Always questioning.

Forever smiling.

No ending.

A battle.

Heart, mind.

Who wins?

God knows.

-mel-

To my sweethearts.

To my sweethearts who have found your darlings, three cheers for everlasting romance.
To my sweethearts who had your hearts broken, three cheers for a speedy recovery and fun times ahead with friends and families.
To my sweethearts who realized that there is love blossoming in your hearts, three cheers for the newly discovered euphoria.
To my sweethearts who remains true bachelors and bacheloritas, three cheers for singledom and its rollercoaster rides.
Happy Valentine's.

Dedicated to all my lovely friends and readers, single or taken. Spread the love today.

-mel-