Rating: 8/10
Overall Thoughts
Overjoyed to have stumbled upon this beautiful book written by a talented Singaporean. Definitely exceeded my expectations. Perfect read on a rainy day with a cup of coffee/tea.
FYI: Pretty sure I'm not the only reader who has noticed this, but there is a typo on page 150 of the book (and it's really bugging me).
Favourites from 'Questions to Our Answers'
First
The day we first met each other,
I couldn't help but feel
like it was intended,
like we were destined,
to collide
like waves must meet the shore,
and rain must fall on the Earth -
we could't help but fall
for each other,
the day we first met.
......
Knowing You
See, the difference lies in the fact
that some people think
they know you well enough
moments after you've just met,
as if it was like the movies.
But I've never stopped wishing
that I could know you better,
the moment our eyes met.
Instead of being a movie that ends,
it is like an endless trilogy of books.
I keep wanting to read more,
page by page until the very end -
knowing that books were always
better than their movies,
and so was knowing you.
......
Fallen
I don't blame you for falling for someone else,
I always knew that I wouldn't be enough,
but I just never expected
that you could forget me so quickly.
I had barely fallen for you,
and you were gone
before I could even get back on my feet.
......
Shooting Star
You are a shooting star.
I saw you from afar,
cutting across my sky,
a spectacle,
blazing bright,
in the darkness of the night.
I made a wish,
hopeful,
that it could all be true;
that I could soar alongside you,
incandescent and alight in the sky.
But you soon disappeared,
as quickly as you came,
as it became clear,
that you were here,
but barely here.
I wasn't wishing,
I was dreaming,
and you,
you,
are miles and miles away;
only a shooting star,
only a hopeful wish.
If only, you could stay.
......
The Mathematician
If only we lived in a world without numbers,
then I won't remember the number of times I've missed you,
and I won't need to count the days till we meet again.
Then perhaps,
I could be your only one,
the one holding your undivided attention,
the one accompanying your countless memories.
The only one you can''t subtract away
in a life filled with far too many numbers.
......
Ocean Eyes
You drown because
you have always loved too deeply
without learning how to swim,
and each wave,
each wave goodbye,
breaks you,
as it breaks the shore.
All that's left of you,
are tears,
and your pieces,
as he leaves with the tide.
......
Starlight
The light in your eyes
captures all the starlight in our universe.
And so, I live within;
an insignificant speck in your eyes.
......
A Matter of Timing
Barely breathing,
hardly thinking.
rarely looking,
clearly crying.
I glance at my watch,
car whizz,
crowds shift,
heart beats,
hope fades,
I am reaching,
as you
leave.
......
Gravity
I cannot explain
this sense of deep attraction
towards you.
It is some sort of uncontrollable force,
inexplicably tying our destinies together.
Like gravity, we fall towards one another.
We fall, for one another.
......
Your Name Here
Your name is a whisper,
a slight yet painful echo in my ear,
yet a screaming voice in my head,
and a resonance of days past.
It is but a dark secret between my lips,
a cyanide pill twisted in the tongue,
the poison I refuse to swallow,
and yet I know, I must,
for you, are not here,
and your name is not mine to say.
......
The Ring
"Why do you still wear that ring? He is gone."
He is gone, but he is still here,
wearing down my skin.
He is still here,
wearing the darkest rings on my eyes.
So yes, I still wear this ring,
because the truth is,
what has been,
will always be here.
But I will remove it,
someday,
when I finally come full circle
and the darkest part of me
is ready to let go
the darkest part of me.
......
First
It is never easy to understand someone like me.
But in the end, I wish you would still try.
I wish you would still try to read me,
as if I were your first book.
......
Mathematics
We are simultaneous equations,
different,
yet when put together,
we equate to something more,
something better than these variables life has given us.
But the biggest question,
is if all these Xs and Ys we add or subtract
can ever solve the problem
that we are never the same,
and that, perhaps,
we will never feel the same about each other.
......
The Artist of My Heart
What is love?
I don't know. I don't think I understand what love truly is,
nor do I think that anybody can. It comes in so many shapes
and sizes. But I do know that somehow, you draw me in. You
form the lines that shape my boundaries and knowledge of
love. You define what love means to me, every single day,
and you colour it with different shades - it brightens when
you smile, and it darkens when you frown. And each time,
when I look into your eyes, I know I don't understand love
still, but I do know, that I am, in fact, deeply in love with you.
For you, you are the artist of my heart.
......
Concrete Walls
Though we sit here together
we sit divided
by invisible walls between us,
as our hopes rebound against them.
Nothing gets through,
as I reach my hand out to you,
I feel the coldness of cement.
I can feel your walls,
but I cannot enter.
I can almost feel the dried tears in your eyes,
amidst the broken gravels of your heart,
but I cannot reach out to you.
Your heart is now concrete.
......
The Reason to Live
At the end of the day, you have worked so hard, but for
whom and for what? You question yourself about exactly
what you have been fighting or living for. You begin to
hope that there would be someone who cares for you, but
the truth is that there may or may not be anyone. The only
person you know is going to be there, is yourself. Trust
yourself. Love yourself. And if you are ever so lucky to one
day find someone who loves you and cares for you as much
at the end of the day, then my God are you blessed. Hold
on tight, and never let go.
You now have another reason to live.
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