You Poked My Heart with a Needle

There are some issues I should keep. I wonder why I'm in this situation. It's like I'm suppressed with my heart tied and ailing. I need sometime to put my emotions in writing and finally verbalize my own fears, needs and above all my anxieties.

My days changed when I was left in the middle of no where, thinking that I'd be able to make it, believing that I was strong enough to stand on my own. I was wrong. I learned that I was just a fragment of the strength that was once powerful enough to make my days cheerful and worry-free. The greater half proved to be my most treasured gem. No amount of money could ever replace that.

Wealth is worthless without out the richness of heart. I filled my heart with brotherhood's laughter and enveloped it with friendship's promise of forever. I hoped it would never come to an end. Thank you. You're my role model.

I came to the Orient. I found the door to a new home--a new venue for improvement and change. However, it wasn't a picturesque sanctuary. Error-ed most of the time, I drove my way to the lonely road of self-actualization. I just want to be alone--"All At Sea". My trip still continues.

I met her--interesting, fun and wonderful. The question remains. Am I good enough for you? Am I worthy to have you? Or am I too ambitious to dare to be close to someone like you? Slap my face and wake me up! Who am I?

You're an art--meticulously crafted to display the magnificent beauty of your mind and the sexiness of your soul. Allow me to dive into your emotion, ease your pain, freed you from the clutches of your sufferings. This doesn't happen every time we see people, read their eyes and understand the stitches of their shadows. I met you for a reason. But I'm just me--a social-sexual being that is capable of getting hurt. You hurt me with your words and actions.

I bless the moments we're together because I think you're wonderful but you think I'm just a sick joke! I'm hurt.

I joke around. But you've got to know me better when I say the truth. If your think I'm just fooling around, think twice. I don't know if I'm the one or if you're the one. But please, let us enjoy the "you and I" as we both look for the missing swivel chairs. Believe me when I say "Hello". Trust me when I say "Take care".

Pray that this another page of The Book of Discombobulating Ordeal finally comes to an end with a fine, perfect and just resolution that could define the "you and I" in this life. Pray that we'll all find it--the perfect swivel chair, the one that fits right and soft enough to give comfort. Console me. Console me. Console me. ¿?