a lesson learnt

i just came back from a small lil drinking session. LOL. the vodkha was disgusting, and the bailey's was fine but mild. gone were the days when drinking was meant to be enjoyed with friends and all. now, they are the very instruments used to drown my immediate sorrows.

oh well, but i did not get what i wanted either ways. i remained sober whilst my other friend was drunk. or should i say, DAMNNNNN high [since he didn't want to be labelled as drunk] 

mod, if u are reading this, don't kill me. but you were really funny. you were basically laughing at every single damn thing that i said, and you were walking in this swaying manner. but thanks for accompanying me. at least i felt a tad better after which. perhaps i have understood the necessity to move on and stop pondering over the issue. it will only worsen the already strained friendship. 

hey!! but you owe me one for sending you ALL THE WAY HOME TO YOUR FREAKING DOORSTEP!

i shall end my entry with the final installation to my little narration. this time i am writing it with slight sense of despair and perhaps a little tinge of nostalgia. similarly i wrote it with LOVE ME by Yiruma running on repeat. [i told u i am emo, didn't i?]

A Lesson Learnt

time passes ever so slowly

and finally it was time

time for the little boy to say goodbye

even if it hurt so much

he told himself never to look back

cause if he ever did

he will never find the strength

to move on

so he took a piece of paper

and ever so carefully

he folded it into a little star

and gently kissed it with his trembling lips

"'tis i grant you

the strength to find your love

that one fine day

you may be loved, as i was

may you find your way

to the deepest skies

for then i truly understand

i was just part of the journey"

the little boy walked gingerly

towards the edge of the hill

and threw the little star 

towards the direction of the wind

he never wanted to let go

but he understood that

by holding on,

it was mere possession

as the little star drifted with the winds

the little boy shed a little tear

as he whispered ever so softly,

"its okay"

as the wind gently consoled his broken heart

she whispered a little tune

holding onto a beautiful melody 

and the familiar words that echoed

"its okay to cry a little

its okay to stay here for awhile

its okay to hate m a little

its okay to miss m for a little"

the little boy collapsed

into his now trembling, icy cool knees

for whenever a lesson is learnt

there's bound to be pain.

Author's note:

i ended this short narration with a lesson learnt, in hope that similarly, others will learnt from the little boy's mistake and not hold on tightly to whatever that is gone, and move on. for you will never know what's meant for you until you have reached the end.

may you find shelter and solace from the music just as it has healed my soul.

i still believe in love at first sight, not because i am willing to allow myself to be hurt again,

but for the fact that i still yearn to find the person who is made for me.

just for me.