figurative distance

today was rather weird.
i was sad, yet contented;
lethargic, yet energetic;
determined, yet uncertain;
i dunno. i guess the combination of promos, open house and oral presentation really blasted my equilibrium to shreds. sigh.

i think lying is a very difficult art to perform. yesterday, bb finally revived our age-old tradition of eating dinners at the playground beside s11. and we also played polar bear, another ritualistic activity of the past.

for our last game, i was unfortunately selected as the murderer. and my killing career almost came to an end on the very first turn when everyone decided i looked 'evil'. >< but somehow, i survived that precarious moment and instead proceeded all the way to the final round.

that round was insane. accusations were loose; complex webs of lies woven; mental conflict with morals; a war of psychology and minds. after the game, i realised i was actually extremely tired. throughout the game, i found that lying was extremely difficult for me. i may have pulled off a few lies here and there successfully, but each required herculean efforts. luckily for me, it was night time, so nobody could spot my telltale sign of saying a lie - the 'blushing' of the face. sadly, after telling those lies in the game, my face will turn beet red and hot. and it's not an isolated incident. oh well, i guess i'm not meant to lie.

every decision has the potential to change our lives drastically. sometimes, life will even show us a glimpse of the potential future with our various decisions. and when such moments occur, it always gives me a huge headache. should i choose the easier path, or the more challenging one?

sigh. only time will tell if my decision was good.

FIGURATIVE DISTANCE
My subconscious eagerly calls for it,
but my heart refuses to accept, to conform,
leaving the mind in disparate confusion.

Unbidden dreams strangely manifested,
these bewildering images they tell no lie,
perhaps the choices made were finally right.

Figurative distance, such victims we are,
literal gulf, guilty perpetrators no doubt.
We burnt the bridges, and blew final chances.

Mysterious fugitive with the priceless ruby,
reveal your identity, realize your folly.
Time will await; Forgiveness beckons.

Fractured destiny, countless lost souls,
listen to the hidden counsel instincts behold.
Venture forth with valiance and hope,
and undesired separation shall never be retold.

show me your tears,
and i'll show you mine.