hello.
when i woke up this morning, i was greeted with a sms, cold sweat and confusion. my mind was still dazed from the horrid superhero nightmare that i had for the past few hours; and yesterday's tv moment surrealism. i hobbled down my bed and while walking out of my room, i saw the marks on the wooden floor. only then i realize (regrettably) that yesterday was not a dream.

some parts of the story is sad. some parts fearful. some parts anger. and others, love. just a few months ago i met conner in the middle of a song. and he agrees that as much as he wants to scream and tear the house down, there is always this lingering bond that prevents us all from giving up. love has always been his shackle; and imprisonment is his only hope. all that's remembered is the tension, the flying objects, the lights, the yelling, the crying, the running, the phone calls, the dial tones, the maybe impressions, the sobbing door, fifteen dollars and the sms. not uncommon i guess, these symptoms do come by quite often. its just that there was nothing much for quite sometime now and conner has let down his guard. not as bad as the other time, but still, it is the boring stuff that makes us normal. sometimes, its good to be normal.

nothing much we can do now i guess. i prayed really hard though. sigh, it seems like there was really much unspoken about me! i hope this post has confused you as much as this has confused me.

have a good week ahead sonny. i wrote two songs this weekend. maybe i'll record them soon. :)