Kiss my eyes...

and lay me to sleep.

This is what I brought you, this you can keep
This is what I brought you may forget me
I promise to depart, just promise one thing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

This is what I brought you, this you can keep
This is what I brought you may forget me
I promise you my heart, just promise to sing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

This is what I thought, I thought you need me
This is what I thought so think me naive
I promise you a heart, that you promised to keep
Kiss me eyes and lay me to sleep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep


Denial is a heck of a thing... isn't it? It's amazing how the human mind works - I'm sure you can choose to believe or not believe anything. Perhaps both intentional or not, and maybe even as a self-protective thingie... you deny it, choose to believe whatever is easier to handle, thus keeping you in that constant stage of being blindly confused.

That has to be the worstest feeling, like, ever.

Or not.

What really is the truth, man? Like - what can be regarded as the absolute truth? We all have biases, and so I do not believe any one of us can state "so and so" to be the pure truth. It's so frustrating.

I grew up with 5 elder siblings - each with his/her own strong personality and character. I admired each and everyone... and could actually mimic them to the T. They "took me under their wing" - or whatever. So around A, I'd be a... next to B, I'd be b... and so on - and of course I loved and lived to please them...

This was fine when I was 5... or even 12.

Now I'm (oh dear God...) 23 and I find myself still doing it. I want to please each and every one of them.

Wipe away all the nitty gritty... who am I? Yuh know?

Here's the breakdown...

Eldest - super-Christian, Literature and Tea-lover.
Second - goer-of-parties, center-of-attention, Ms. Considerate.
Third - Fitness maniac, math-brainiac, perfectionist-iac and disciplined-iac.
Fourth - Laid back, reader, Mr. Sarcastic, traveller, appreciator of cultures.
Fifth - Mr. Street, Mr. Cool, Mr. Herb (hehe)


So what does that make me?

A disciplined, (too?) kind-hearted, math-loving Christian who appreciates excellent literature, especially while drinking tea and travelling - staying street-smart with laid-back coolness, critiquing most imperfections - especially pertaining to my own fitness level and body.

P.S. - NOT while smoking the Herb, eh!

Woof!



*Zuper... drink yuh damn coffee and hush up! Like you really need some herb... hehe*