her air
her poise
her stance of like
who isn't mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

she flutters her wings,
dances amidst the crowd,
sucked deep into the euphoria.
she basks in the aura of its trance,
its delirium.
skipping
smiling
impishly.

the world is the fairy's playground,
her troubles hidden away beneath her wings.

now, who won't be mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

i am but a man of little words; my works speak for me
my innermost thoughts, my muse
as i surge forward
energy never declining
my brush, my art
every stroke, its lines
is my hope, my life.
swish.
it is done.

i'm a realist and a surrealist
etching my life onto my virtual canvas
visualising my fantasies
colouring my blind dreams

as i am slowly raging, running
i'm cutting through the barriers
i'm embracing the change.

i'm just a fool.. for u
such a fool
waiting for u

night after night
i dream of waking up
with your head
buried within my cradling arms

should i wait
should i take another chance
or be consumed in my sadness
to overcome it?

oh how much im pining for u

And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
That it wont and it wont it wont
And I will pay no mind
worry about the way the weather
And I will waste no time
Remembering our life together