Stepping into the beautifully furnished cafe, the overwhelming smell of coffee and chocolate, profoundly captivate me.

‘If only heaven could smell like this, I would quicken the process.’

In the midst of the bustling customers, either sipping hot chocolate or skinny latte off their cups, while engrossed with their conversation, there is a sense of serenity with the soft jazz music playing.

Under the adorned glass counter, a variety of beautifully decorated cakes and pastries, lined orderly in rows.

The oozing, rich chocolate weighing down mud cakes are intensely appealing to any chocolate lover in the world.

The tarts, fully adorned with the red, juicy strawberries, looked drooling delicious.

At one end of the corner, rich, colourful gelato sits in their respective tubs.

The smiling waitress addressed the customers hospitably.

The warmth of the cafe enclosed petite bodies, giving a homey feeling, a sense of security.

While I sit on a comfy chairs,

Drawing more warmth from my little cup,

Taking in the unique aroma from my specially brewed coffee,

I looked out the window,

To the empty streets,

Bare because of the pouring rain.

A lonely figure appeared on the opposite side of the road,

Drenched in the rain,

Standing next to the bright red letter box.

Our eyes met,

And it was as if we were in a trance,

For we shift not our fixed gaze,

But fall into the swirling depth,

Of each others’ sapphire blue eyes.

Rambling
How nice will it be to be able to stop time,
take a breath,
rest,
take our own sweet time finish off endless to-do-list
and then continue the ‘battle’ of life with a whole new fresh start, energetic and prepared?

When all these could not happen (& definitely wouldn’t happen),
simply sinking into the good old memories of the past,
when things were simple and pure, is my greatest tendency.

Is this what we call as regret?
Whether we did something or not,
we sometimes look back and hoped we took another path.
We often ponder what will happen when we had made a different decision.
Will it be better?
How will it become of me?

Making decisions is one of my greatest fears, something I try to avoid,
because I want to make the best possible decision.
I need time to confirm my desires, my needs, my hopes and definitely God’s purpose for me.
I need time to weigh out the pros and cons, because either way I am losing something dear to me.

Vulnerability. I am as fragile as porcelain during this time.
I sway from side to side to different people’s opinion,
when all I should do is to fix my eyes to God and listen to my own spirit.

With my greatest flaw of escaping reality,
I choose to escape to a time zone when things were simple,
when there are no regrets,
when things weren’t as complicated,
when I have not act much, do much
and more importantly sin much.

I wish I was once again 3, when everyone praised how cute and fair and beautiful I was.

I wish I was once again 4, when I was thrilled with my 12 days holidays because I was down with chicken pox.

I wish I was once again 5, when I use to visit my cousin’s place and play childish charade.

I wish I was once again 6, when my bright future awaiting to embrace me.

Oh, can I please turn back time? Please? =P

Escapade

My greatest flaw: escaping reality?
Fear assailed over me, over my body, my mind and my soul.
Throwing my tired body on the ground, I was exhausted from escaping.
I need a caffeine fix.
I need a little break, to be in my virtual world,
Where everything is perfect,
Where there are no worries,
Where there are no pain, no sorrows,
And definitely no scars.
Sinking myself into the whirlpool of piano notes in the air,
My vulnerability highlighted from my fragile porcelain facade.
In the midst of cracking lines appearing on the exterior,
I grasp to a tinge of hope, that
Ancient histories of pain are all blown away by the whispering breeze,
That the sun shines warmly over the grass scented meadow,
That old memories of pleasure replay,
With a clean start,
All once again fresh and new.

Shin