Pictures & A Thousand Words

The Truth Is

2011-09-14T00:02:00.006+10:00

Well the truth is, I'd never have got to know what you're thinking, yet you're a whirlpool of thoughts in my mind.

The truth is, you'd never have felt a single touch, but your every word is a catalyst to the emotions of my vitreous heart.

The truth is, there aren't many steps left, before you finally walk away.

The truth is, the stars may have aligned, but they collide, crash and burn all the same.

And the truth is, I'd have loved you so much more, if our song hadn't gone off tune.

2011-06-16T17:07:00.002+10:00

It's been almost a year since. The only thing that hasn't changed, is the landscape.

2011-06-13T04:09:00.003+10:00

Somewhere in Verona, Italy - the hometown of Romeo & Juliet, people write love messages on locks and lock them onto a gate below Juliet's balcony.

There are no keys. For better or for worse, love is locked forever.

Don't we all?

2011-06-10T23:14:00.003+10:00

Some people have beautiful smiles. I'd say you have a beautiful laughter.

You just haven't realised it yet.

2011-06-10T02:12:00.004+10:00

I know the culprit and the victim. This is where they first met.

A heart was stolen.

It is probably the biggest crime ever.

2011-06-09T03:11:00.003+10:00

The seconds, the minutes, the hours. One day we'll run out of it. And before we can say "Hello" again, it's time for our final goodbye.

I hope you're well while the clock ticks.

2011-06-07T21:02:00.003+10:00

Either way, we've reached our dead end.

And there's no turning back now.

2011-06-07T15:17:00.002+10:00

In my world, you've built a house on memory lane.

And you're always home.

2011-06-07T02:53:00.005+10:00

One fine day the moth asked the lamp, "Don't you ever get tired?"

"Of...?" answered the lamp.

The moth sighed and said, "Of always leaving your light on for me so that I won't get lost, and guiding me with your gentle warmth."

The lamp pondered for a moment and replied, "To be honest, fatigue has never really crossed my mind."

2011-06-06T23:59:00.003+10:00

We are all here to serve a purpose. But we get used up, we lose our value, and we get thrown away, replaced.

Like inanimate objects.