dance now, hold your breath dont you cry, take my hand, hold your breath, the night is young
dance now, hold your breath,show your smile, take my hand, hold your tears, the love is young.


when it rains i like to imagine that i am the rain.

suddenly a very odd and ominous thought came to me when i was thinking randomly today. i was wondering if something bad suddenly were to befall upon me and i had to choose between being blind or deaf. its not as if in real life one will be able to choose what misfortune were to befall upon oneself.
but im saying, if, just, if.

almost immediately i thought i would say,
i would rather give up my hearing in place for my sight.

but i surprised even myself.

i love the world. i love being able to see. the grass glistening with raindrops after a quiet gentle rainy day. the stray cat curled up into a ball, sitting comfortably in a corner near my flat. the way peoples eyes smile at me. the lush greenery all around me. the clear sparkling waters i forsee.
and to an artist, her sight is the most important of all. van gogh gave up listening to the most beautiful melodies in the world, because he felt there were too many uneccessary noises disrupting his thoughts. because they were corrupting his creativity, because they were flooding his mind. because they prevented him from drawing anything plausible.

but i am not an artist.
though i would like to be.

maybe we all judge others too much. but ourselves too little. maybe we all jump to conclusions based on appearances all too often. seldom do we take the time to see through the outer exterior of other people to understand, to feel, to relate.
as much as i would like to deny, to refute, to refuse to admit,
because if i were blind, i would probably be a better person.

i judge a book by its cover. and a person, initially, by his or her appearance.
his face, his hands, his arms, his feet, the way he walks, his body language, the way he dresses.
almost immediately i think of an excuse to support myself. that it is oh too difficult to take time to understand, to see through, to get to know a person truly and thoroughly.

i dislike girls who milk their identity as a woman for all their worth. thats why i try so hard, thats why sometimes, end up, i am trying only. i am trying, only.
as much as i would like to change it,
i cant.

when i look into the mirror, the face that shows hardly reflects my true self.

if i saw less, heard and felt more, maybe i would be a better person.

also, i cannot bear with the thought of not being able to listen.
to the gentle rain.
his warm song.
her mellow vocals.
your comforting voice.
your cheeky laughter.

it would definitely be the greatest loss to my life. worse than being blind, worse than not being able to touch, to smell, to taste.

i can forgo seeing.
because,


i would like to listen.
because i love.
because i close my eyes.
because i feel.
not just with my hands, but with my ears, and my soul.