chords of truth

between our arrivals and departures
the sound of fixing things
arrives and breathes life into words
and actions and disappears
as fast
as it
comes

~

She stayed in school
because of her friends
and sometimes, to learn
but mostly
to forget
and to laugh

(mostly to forget ; christine chia)

just watched bridge to terabithia for the third time in five years. zooey deschanel played the music teacher, and she sang this song, before and after leslie died. there's something that i love so much about this movie and it makes me cry a bit :') the book is beautiful too, you don't need ostentatious words to hit home

i dont know when to fight and when to let go.

can you imagine us years from today? what happens today and yesterday and the day before could just be gold flecks that we brush off our sleeves. yet memory brushes the same years, sharing the same fears

we keep sentiments safe, bind them to our limbs and sometimes they weigh us down and sometimes they are the ones giving us strength to go on. still trying to place how we started talking and how we talk and how we do not talk

the sky has been in a perpetual hazy gray, accompanied by orchestras of thunder and rain - yet i cannot deny how much it calms me inside out, which is vital on days like these :) except on saturday and sunday. i was walking along stamford road in jeans and mismatched sandals when it started pouring, and i conveniently did not bring out my umbrella... for the first time it felt disturbingly sad to be braving the melancholic weather alone

its 3.18 in the morning and sleep looks good right about now