coffee is really useful. that is not an understatement, my waking hours have been drastically reduced after my 3 in 1 coffee supply ran out on itself. plus i haven't found the time to walk to the cold storage seven minutes away by foot. once again that emphasizes how busy it has been for the average ib student, or it can be attributed by the fact that i haven't been exactly hardworking the past few weeks. i need my coffee, i can't work properly when i can't think properly. actually the part of the body which requires the most rest is the eye! followed by the brain.. it makes sense doesn't it. when you feel tired, you close your eyes you don't retract your limbs right. i mean, right now my legs and hands don't feel as heavy as my eyelids.. correct? sometimes you have to do things to keep yourself awake, like arguing with yourself..

what am i doing blogging when i haven't completed my math portfolio. i was thinking since i have already decided to stay up all night why not squeeze in a little distractions here and there. sunday night is going to be the same too. and there's still church service in the morning -.- sleeping during service is going to become habitual soon at this rate.

i realise some bands really do make nice words out of they're songs.. go listen to meg&dia!

he saw a lonely girl.
she saw a lonely world.
it was a canvas,
slyly careless.
a florescant lieder.

and his was a dying breed.
courage came only from
his symphonies.
a decorative smile
to fade out.
his concerto in A

come on.
a second chance at love.
the moments dead.
make you feel like it's never staying.

made love to a baby grand.
a tempest refined inside his hands.
he had one girl, and one song.
bona fide wine and roulade.

but he had to give it up.
his heart was raw.
but his fingers numb.
his first words were his last words.
an aesthete since first sun.

come on.
a second chance at love.
the moments slept.
make you feel like it's never staying.

it burned.
the first attempt or two.
but i remembered you.
i need that moment back.

please don't, don't don't.
a tremor for death.
ivories that sliced sedatives in half.
relief in the rhine.
washed away regrets.
and let him char before he
carressed the ground.

dear artist you will rise again.
a last arabesque in faint fashion.

come on.
a second change at love.
the moments dead.
make you feel like it's never ending.

it burned.
the first attempt or two.
but i remembered you.
i need that moment back.
please don't forget.

he woke.
a final view of blue.
dear cordias. wet rouge.
relieve romance to graves.
please, please don't forget.