Just a Song

Sara Bareilles is not your usual artist. You don't hear her often in the radio or see her in television. Her greatest hit was Love Song, a catchy piano-based song with very beautiful tune. I was once hooked with that song, but no longer for now. Now, here's Sara Bareilles' less-known song, Gravity.

I really do not know why I got so addicted with this song. I never grew tired listening to it. It's been playing in my playlist for two years already, but it still managed to survive my inconsistent and ever-changing taste. There must be some truth to the lyrics, perhaps, as every time Sara utters the first word, my mind is blown and my heart is sank. And yes, it happens all the time.

I don't want to sound emotional as I write (and you read) this blog, so I'm ending this post for now. For the next post, I'll be posting a story about how my life was when I realized I was in love.

Set me free, leave me beI don't wanna fall another moment into your gravityHere I am and I stand so tallI'm just the way I'm supposed to beBut you're on to me and all over me

Inconsistency

This has been quite my problem all the time. For a moment, I want to work on something, work really hard for it. The next minute I'll just stare at it, and it will stay that way the whole day. Or whole week. Worse, months or so. My love life isn't an exemption. Even blogging. Even my love for my work. I can't stay in one place and sit there the whole time. I have to be mobile, but I also get tired and get rest at times. I have the great push to manage my time. I don't mind deadlines. I don't mind expectations. I don't mind anything that seriously at all. Everything, I just let it pass.

However, the past few days, I feel so lonely. I'm not as happy as what I was the moment that I was still hoping that there can be chance between you and me. You told me I was inconsistent. I am. The moment I came to my senses, I told myself to no longer have a slightest hope from you. Yeah right. I mean, yeah, right.

Yesterday was the Valentine's. Last year, I had you as mine. We sang a

birthday song, remember? Nah. I'm talking sh*t again. You won't read this anyway. I really just don;t know what I am feeling right now.

Help. I need someone to talk with.