Brown Eyes

People say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Take the time to actually look into someone else's eyes. What they say, what they mean, what they feel, and what they don't say... are all found in two very simple, yet very complex circles."

I believe it is so.

Dari mana datangnya cinta? Dari mata turun ke hati..

Love Is In The Air

I take a look around. At all my friends. Each and every single one of them. All in the mood. One crashing headlong into a new love, experiencing the wonderful rush of a budding romance. The other depressed in lovers' melancholy. One counting hours to the big day. And one finally discovering how deliriously happy you can be when you finally meet your match.

Making me too, desperately want to fall in love.

Shooting Star

Wind's Nocturne ~ Lunar Silver Star

Wishing on a dream that seems far off
Hoping it will come today
Into the starlit night
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze
Waiting on a shooting star

But what if that star is not to come
Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most
We all need to believe there is hope

Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light i've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but
There's a hole within my soul
What will fill this emptiness inside of me

Am I to be satisfied without knowing
I wish then for a chance to see
Now all I need, desperately
Is my star to come...

I love this song. For many reasons. One particularly close to heart.
Plus the animation is simply adorable ~ Shii's Song

Trust

My life seems like a series of repetition. I see the same pattern over and over again. For once, if only I could break free from this endless cycle.

Day by day I become more wary of how fragile trust is. How we love more readily than we trust. Yet we lose that trust more easily than we let go of love.

My own little circle of trust has proved its worth time and again. Yet such a closeknit friendship can complicate matters. Especially those that matter the most. Sometimes having to forsake your own needs and desires.

How I wish being selfish was an option.
But no man is an island, entire of itself.

La Vie En Rose

It's sweet watching the rosebud bloom. Waiting anxiously for the beautiful rose to appear. Wondering when, it will unfold its petals.

Sometimes the watching, the longing.. is magical enough.