Dear sleep, please build me a sweet pipe dream when i'm deep in oblivion on my bedspread tonight. With Mr. drop dead gorgeous brandishing me off my feet with his aura of warmth. just like the how the voice of Mathew Bellamy mellows me up to the sky. I have been losing myself to pitch black reveries for so long, asleep or not.Having my dreams confined in darkness doesn't enlighten my far from pretty green soul. I want a dream that'll mark a smile on my face when I'm up awake.




There's this boy who has been under the limelight. I've looked upon him from afar,in solid obscurity.Far, yet near enough. And this boy happened. 5 days a week, with a few moments of moving images of him spells s-m-i-t-t-e-n on me . His smile leaves me enchanted. And I'd like my fairytale to stay the way it is. It's perfect when nobody knows. Because when nobody knows, nobody's gonna ruin it, not even that boy himself.


That boy. Whose distance seem close enough. Closer than anything else.