Monday, April 20, 2009


warning: may or may not contain grammatical errors..i didn't bother to check.


it feels like
a thousand three hundred and seventy two miles
away from you
it is going to be
another seventy seven years sixty days and five hours
till i get to see you
which all equals to the null possibility
of touching your hand
and watching you upfront
unbearably crazy of wanting
to witness a glimpse
of you

let alone hear you
never will i
as it's undeniably impossible
so i say
why go through the trouble?
let it be just afar
i'll seat here
from far
as i've got you on my radar

mood: ntahla~