The Promised Rose.

For you.

I'd mail this but it's cold outside.

Letter for You

Dear Alice,

It's past midnight here in Australia. So, Happy 20th Birthday to you. I hope you're happy and healthy. I bought some water colour and thought of painting you some roses since I can't actually send any. Unfortunately, today time seemed to slip by as I busy myself with menial chores and studying. Maybe tomorrow perhaps.

Since I met you, it is safe to say that you're one of a kind. I think it's pretty awesome that you don't subscribe to people's opinion and pursue your interests passionately. Also, I don't think you realize what a truly wonderful and interesting person you are. In our short time of knowing each other, there never was a dull moment. You're also one of the kindest people I've ever known.

I hope I've been a good friend to you because you most certainly have been to me. Not that you need reminding but do remember that if you ever need me for anything I'm just an e-mail or PM away.

In all your current and future endeavours, I wish you well.

With love,

Leana :)

P.S. I hope you have a BLAST on your birthday!

For Each Of You

Questions of morality,
Questions of immortality,
Whatever it was that amused you,
I miss talking to you.

                           But you've never really needed me.
Till today, your mind to me, a mystery.

My idol, my friend,
For you I feel Envy as much as Love,
To you I speak my mind,
and to me you speak yours.

                            But now we barely speak at all.
Like always, your love for me, I crave.

With nothing in common,
Without any commitment,
A side of me only you know of,
and sides of you I've never knew of.

                            But now you seem much happier.
As usual, our exchanges remain casual.

Friends, I miss you all,
I love you all.

On days when the rain seem to never let up,
I can't help but ponder and realize,
That loneliness is not a fiend,
Like a book, just a substitute.

This is my message to you

Help is on the way so don't fret. I may not know firsthand what poverty is really like but when I say I care, I mean it. Because those who matter to me, truly matters.

"Nothing destroys spirit like poverty."
~ Becoming Jane~

Now, let's have some Bob Marley shall we? Haha.

"Sayin' - This is my message to you-ou-ou,
Singin' - Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!"

Reflect

I believe in the grand notion of Poetic Justice, that there are  always victims and villains but really, it does not pay to be too single-minded. This, I've learnt today. I dissect situations. What's worse is, I get affected emotionally thus my analyzes are pretty much radical and off the charts. This only works if I'm objective, which is essentially hard to be in certain situations.

The gentle ones, they love. Most importantly, they're able to withhold judgement for their loved ones. Rare, these people are (Yoda much?).

Things are looking much better for me, which is a relief. Though things are what I'd brand as 'apocalyptic' are  befalling a number of others I care enough about. I hope things will work out for them.

Also, I shall now give up entirely on 'signs'. I confess, I take too many random things as significant 'signs'. With people, this particular attribute can be quite useful (well, sometimes) but with random occurrences? Not so much.

For him, the genial one:

Lost, he resigned from life,

Cutting off connections,

Wallowing.

(I hope you'll find a solution that fits you. I've been there, I know)

For her, the gentle one:

Distraught, she seeks solace,

Drowning in confusion,

Numbed.

(I've shared my thoughts with you. May light lead your way)