slosh down the pepper!

ssshhhhhh.......!

We have been living in the world of silence. A heaven that depicts the pressure-less self floating on a satin cloud... we fight for a space within the carebears' star-speckled, cotton candy house. Amidst the white fluffs, two pairs of eyes stare at each other wondering what next that is worthy enough to sprout out of their mouths. At such juncture, I like to think of Ronan Keating.. Notting Hill.. Hugh Grant.. Julia Roberts...




It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

The words travelled to the heart on a cloudie-O car which muffed the meanings as it roamed past the vast maze of disc-shaped red-colored cells. I am puzzled, sometimes amazed to what I can "hear".

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best.. when you say nothing at all

Let the smile move into those thoughts... the eyes beam a gleam to the hidden wink... the warmth of the touch defrost the icy fingers... very true.

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)
Try as they may they can never define
What's been said between your heart and mine

Maybe. Why are only those privileged few staying in the realm of silence?

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best.. when you say nothing at all

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best.. when you say nothing at all

Half the time, we shift into Count Olaf's humble abode (as he called it to be), groping in the dark with fear cross-stepping mystery. It's a weirdy castle with doors hinged on the wrong side, windows home to the dust, pots and pans cleaned to the color of rust... and the Count singing to the tune of fuss! It's no longer moments of silent happiness, but fear of the unspoken.

(You say it best when you say nothing at all
You say it best when you say nothing at all..)

The horrible 'singings' played deep into the heart. What is the other mind thinking?! :-/

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know that you need me...

Ahhh... when in doubt, SMILE! :-)

posted by slingwoof @ 11/24/2005 12:17:00 AM