The Thought Of You

It lingers around this head of mine. Your name, your face and all that I’ve seen you done. I picture you in a puzzle uncompleted, with no box to guide nor shapes on the sides to let me figure how to fit in.

Your thoughts, your revelations - a void between me and my life. Coy rejections and avoidance was your answer to my confession. Yet time and again you never fail to make an impression.

I always have this thought of a perfect woman who would made me fall head over heels for, but then I saw you. And it was your imperfections that stole my heart and soul.

Something always bring me back to you

You are the hole in my head, the void in between this space between my thoughts and reality. Images of you haunt me in the recesses of my mind, shadowing all over me like the light I could never escape.

Somehow something always brings me back to you. The places we’ve been, the things we’ve done, the words you’ve said. I can’t erase the thoughts of you even after a year has passed since we last met… Whenever you flash across my mind those scars still bleed though my tears had ran dry.

Our conscious mind can process 16 bits of information per second, our unconscious however can process 11 million. Maybe that’s why unknowingly, I kept dreaming of you… But my dreams never comes true…

And I hate it.