Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

It's time to move on. I've been in one place for almost two years. This is what happens when you love someone. When it falls apart, you stop reacting and responding in ways you did. But you don't stop hoping. Till a certain point. I believe that sooner or later there comes an epiphany in everyone's life. Epiphany is a concept most often found in Greek tragedy, when a character undergoes a deep realization that changes the way he/she thinks/feels. The last time I had an epiphany about love, it was nine storeys high at the edge of a window sill with one foot dangling out. If not for that epiphany, I probably would have smashed myself into bits. That epiphany told me that I had lost love, but I still had my life. This time around, it was less dramatic. When you see the one you love/loved happy with someone else, it hurts you so bad, but at the same time, there's nothing you want to take away from that person. Sally don't cha go, don't cha go downtown. The sadde

The faces don't look familiar, yet there's a known mystery to them, once upon a time, everyone feels this way. Sometimes, it's the lines on the mirror, or the shadow of changed lips. There are days when nothing feels real, The years they pass by, summer, winter, spring, again, and yet again, and you wish you could halt for a moment, but the moments don't exist. Days are shorter, the nights a dream Empty cardboard boxes stacked to create a colourful city. When the bubble finally rises, soars up in the sky, far away over the cardboard city, and you make your escape, clinging to it, looking down, the city crumbles and falls and you're left with no place to call home, so you miss the false dream you built on the false ground, the false walls that surrounded you, now nowhere to be found. So, this is how the dream ends, this is how the dream ends, this is how the dream ends, Not with a thud, but with a tinker...

The voice raises a bar, and fades away again into the alleys of time The eyes that saw your face over mine turn the glance, look away, hide away. Love is love, where can it go? It stays...it always stays I hunt to feel and fail once more, but the feel I felt is far away, underneath the rocks, below the surface grain, over the polished pebbles that the river steals every day Like your memory and your song, that sometimes, unwittingly make me realise, the river has turned its course, but the shore still stays the same.

Magic dust, fairy dust sprinkle it over the world, like golden fireflies spreading over the forest Everything that you ever wanted will be yours for the keeping. All your fears of the night will disappear with the sun All the pain you've ever known will pass like the wind in the storm Dream my baby, don't forget to dream Dreams aren't less real than reality. Flying wings, over the diamond dew magic dust, fairy dust will take you to the land where you will ride higher and higher into the glowing clouds, smiling and happy, always, be a child, always.