Sunday, August 22, 2004

in the dark it is easy to pretend...

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write

For I compose the music of the night

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight
Dare you trust the music of the night

Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be

[audiophile : the music of the night/ michael crawford]

an old favourite from the phantom of the opera. the lyrics are what dreams are made of! i especially like the line in the first verse that goes "silently the senses abandon their defences, helpless to resist the notes i write." i don't know how michael crawford looks like but his voice makes me what to say "take me, take me with your music..." haha.

why am i still up at this wee hour? just ended marathon mugging and was getting bored out of my wits. wtf. i don't even have msn so i can't disturb people online now. yadda yadda, i'm not about to start again.

i've enjoyed emailing vi and reading her reply... well my erm conclusion for today is as follows.

when you consciously make the effort to forget, it may not mean your subconsciousness has forgotten.

how then do you forget something that meant alot to you in the past?

in truth, you don't. you probably can't. it is only when you subconsciously are not thinking about it anymore, can your consciousness realise it and you be at peace with yourself. you know you haven't forgotten, but somehow that doesn't affect you as much anymore.

now decipher that.

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