The Golden Days of Ours

I wish to propose a verse
For us, later to immerse
In this rhyme and all its powers,
And those golden days of ours.

If friendship was a lone House,
(Like tartu) with louse and mouse.
Your presence outshines the Bleak,
Raw House, filled with fun and freak.

Your laughter paints the empty
Rooms full, filled with flowers and Beauty.
No wonder Ceeps still Tartu lives
when shines, her condo nearby gives.

Our stories stand vastly tall
That touched the clouds, our great hall.
Seagalls fly and winchimes blow
Till the whole world aglow below.

"And then there were five," they'd say,
"Whose love and care built a way.
A way where strangers be known,
Be loved, and beyond well-known."

"A way where bonds break and tie;
Where no one flustered and sad does go by.
A way where strong ties still strengthened be.
Where nothing passes unless fire and magic we see."

If this friendship be a real ship,
I'd stay forever on this trip.
Let the sun bake and the rain pour,
I'd rather leave after I die but never before.

-Linda "Ceeps"

Something has happened to me over the weekend. Like a pebble thrown into a pond of water - splashing and rippling the tranquility of the surface, the change seemed evanescent but was indeed there. For I could feel it. I am alot more accepting and more honest; a little less hypocritical, a littel more loving. Most of this must be accredited to a friend who probably knows this already in heart although I had not the mouth to tell him.

A new outlook on life. I guess that's what changed.

All of a sudden, I felt the private things I could not have verbalized even to my closest friends I could now express openly to anybody. Everything seems a little 'less' of a deal. I wonder if this was good or bad. Correct me if I am wrong but if things can be expressed so easily and so frequently, shouldn't one have the right to be uncertain about the degree of preciousness or the meaningfulness of 'those things' said? Isn't that why gossips are so cheap and so worthless? Isn't that why first love is always memorable and meaningful? Isn't that why the three words 'I love you" in chinese carries so much more weight than that if confessed in the english language?

Nonethess, I should still be thankful to what happened this weekend even if it was entirely miserable and painstaking. For a moth that came right out of its shell, the world seems infinitly larger and brighter. For me specifically, remember that realm that has always been behind taht sealed door which I dared not touch? Well, I think I finally worked up a courage and opened up to let a slit of air in. And guess what, what's behind that door isn't a black hole that would suck whoever walks into it down its drain, like I had imagined for a good 10 years.

To my surprise, a shower of sunshine welcomed my smile. =)

Or, am I a turtle?