Absilog

"Why don't you post pictures of us?" "If I post photos of you, people would ask" "So?" "Because I don't know what to tell them" "..." "Don't say anything, because I also don't know if I'm ready for your answer." And we never talked about it ever.

She had dreams where she can jump as high as she can. Sometimes as high as the clouds. She can jump so high, but she can never fly. She has to come down at some point in time. She had dreams where she is free falling from the sky, not knowing from where, not knowing where she'll land, just falling, falling, falling through the clouds. Doing nothing except wondering when and where she will land. She had dreams where she is running away, not knowing from what. Running so fast that her leg hurts and she's having a hard time catching her breath. But not to the point that she can not run anymore. The uncertainty in her dreams reflects in her real life. That's why sometimes she doesn't want to sleep, or stay awake.

"You see those stars? They say those are Thiazi's eyes" "Thiazi?" "Father of Skadi, who is the step mom of Frey" "Ah.. I don't know what you're talking about" "There are other worlds out there, and I find it sad that we're just stuck here." "Mm-hm" "Mm-hm?" "I don't believe in other worlds. I think this IS it and I wouldn't have it any other way."

We were supposed to watch a late night movie but your car won't start so we just stayed there. Instead of going back inside, we lost track of time discussing things that we never get tired of talking about and the topics that branches out of that, basically talking about everything and anything.  Before we knew it, the sun was almost rising and our throat's about to dry out. "You always force me to do things that aren't part of the plan" "You can always be firm in saying 'no'. But you're too easy to break." "It's because I get to spend that time with you" And that's when I realised that I love you. No, I actually already knew, but more of convinced myself to accept that I do love you. And I may regret it, but I did not say anything. I just smiled and dozed to sleep.

John Turner made us laugh. He knows the right witty lines to say. He brightens up your day with his quips and jokes. He is loyal and would do anything to bring a smile to your face. Life of the party, that is John Turner. I'm in no way related or know who Mr. John Turner Bamber is. I just saw this in one of the benches at Welli's botanical garden and it somehow reeled me in. I wish I knew Mr. Bamber. I wish I made him laugh. John Turner was lonely. At night he has a hard time sleeping. He worries a lot. He worries if everyone is ok. He worries if he had done anything wrong. He wonders why despite all the laughter, he isn't happy. He wonder what if he can't make us laugh anymore, would we still be there. But heck, John Turner made us laugh.

I always make up scenarios and conversations in my head or stories that I know I'd never get to finish (or things I know I never have the courage to say or do). I have this dream of writing a book or at least conceptualize a romcom-ish story. Far fetched but who knows maybe one day... I could at least store them somewhere instead of replaying them in my mind.