Confession

If I told you that I like you a lot, would you stop being a kid and try to grow up? Would you stop frowning early morning and greet each day with joy? Would you stop forgetting your keys so you'd stop interrupting me just to open your door? Would you start remembering all documents you sign and never put me on the spot case you forget? Would you stop banging the phone when you call me to see you?

If I told you you had the sweetest smile, would you start smiling at everybody at work so that they'd learn to like you as well? Would you hold your temper and refrain from throwing tantrums like a six-year-old brat, and start acting 25? Would you stop harassing the rest of your staff so they'd be free of your neurotic tendencies for a day?

If I told you I love you, would you stop biting your fingernails and focus on more pressing problems needing your decisions? Would you refrain from sending me uneccessary e-mails and talk to me instead? Would you give more specific instructions so that we both dont get our asses whipped by the CEO? Would you again stand up against your superiors and the rest of the board who are constantly trying to isolate me from you?

If I told you I'd stay..., would you still eat the chicken curry pies I offer you, the endless packs of corn chips we both enjoy over silent and senseless meetings as to discuss who is better among us, who's more mature, who's IQ is higher, who's got more PR to shake the entire organization and leave them wondering what's going on? Would you still argue with me as to who lost the files you have secretly retrieved from my drawers so you'd review all my reports so we'd have a sane discussion everytime we meet? Would you start showing me that you care and not stash big bucks on the next Christmas Card you give, or the shirts that you make me wear, the concert tickets that you want me to have, and the countless parades around my workspace just to check if I were at your beck and call?

Would you at least talk to me and tell me how you feel....?

Vacuum

Flowing lines of darkness
Swirling haze of fear
Eerie shrieks of silence
Vivid, lucid, clear....

Moonbeams, light and shadows
Starlight, crimson moon
Shooting stars and twilight
Night falls soon....

Bottled Water

Have I told you that I LIKE YOU A LOT? Nope, but if I did, you wouldn't take me seriously anyway, like the last proposal I submitted, which you referred to as ultra radical? (It was a good marketing plan, huh!)

How about.....YOU MAKE ME SMILE? Naah...too cheesy, you'll probably have my head in a platter for lack of originality. How about this one.....YOUR PRESENCE IS A BEACON OF LIGHT WHICH DISPELS THE GLOOMINESS OF MY DAY? Oh no....that would make you seem like an emergency light in the all day food establishment.....(it will be as boring as the egg and sausage combo they serve)

You know what... I cant seem to find something suitable to describe how you make me happy ---- the sack of crap that you are, the brat that you are, the snoopy little devil that you are.......and I could go on forever describing even the details of your OCness..... Still, it will only make you perfect before my eyes. Every bit of you seems to fit every inch of this puzzle I have been long trying to figure out......Someday, I know I'll get a complete picture and appreciate the image it will form....

But right now, I'll have to say goodnight and dream of you again..... or maybe not.... or maybe I can get lucky and I will....Who cares....

This is starting to get weird and freaky...... (Like the time when we both showed up sporting the same "I am an athlete, so kiss my ass" look)

Crap..... the slides for your presentation aren't done yet......oh well...see you at work... ;-)