Stranger Strange; I barely know you, but yet I feel deeply connected to you. Crave; I never had you, but yet I feel so lonely without you. Beautiful Stranger Safe; I barely know you, but yet I feel secure when I’m with you. Strange; I don’t even know you, but yet I feel so strong and bold when I’m with you. Our paths crossed several times in the past, but we were nothing but a stranger to each other. But suddenly, the you whom I thought was nothing but a stranger became someone who disrupted my daily routine – my whole world changed. I constantly wondered why, and I came to the conclusion that I may be falling in-love with you. Beautiful Stranger My Beautiful stranger Your whole being has intrigued me; I am captivated by that wonderful smile of yours and that enigmatic character of yours. You are someone I cannot read – like I riddle I have yet to decode. For some reason, the desire of wanting to know you keeps on growing stronger. And I find myself thinking and missing you. You dominate my dreams and my thoughts. I didn’t expect to feel this way, I may have really fallen in-love with a star I cannot reach. I know it sounds a little strange; but, it will never be the same. It’s like being locked up in a cage. It will never be the same. Nothing’s lost but I feel shamed and there ain’t no one here to blame. Well, do you even know my name? I was right there when you came. It will never be the same.

Proud Of Me One day, I will surely make you proud of me. So, wait a little longer. Just a little longer. I will certainly make you proud no matter how many disappointments I have given you up to now. I will make you proud, so believe in me. And wait a little longer.

Bewitching Lady She walked straight ahead not caring what was around. Not looking back once. She acted freely along with the breeze; she was like butterfly that flies everywhere she desires. Taking very little exquisite steps similar to a polished ballerina. From behind you can see her long dazzling black straight hair. As she twirled, a wind blew her way flicking her hair over her face but after a few seconds it went back to its place; as her hair gradually moved back to its designated place, near her cheeks. Her hidden face was then revealed in detail; she opened her sparkling big brown eyes that’s shades vary depending on what kind of light it was on. Looking deep into her eyes, you would see a subtle shade of brown at that very moment. Gazing more and more on her face, analysing every single detail there is. As she blinked, she showed her lengthy thick eyelashes similar to those of a spider’s delicate thread. It looked as if she was wearing seven layers of mascara. Her face was rather small and aristocratic; she had a very beautiful pale, baby white skin that resembled the finest marble everyone could have died for. Standing straight firmly, she was neither short nor tall – she was just the suitable height for her.

「指先にはもう届かない はるかな夜空へ 。きらめく星をほどいて 放してあげよう 。」 My fingertips can no longer reach the distant night sky. I’ll undo the twinkling stars and set them free.

Canvas #life is like an empty canvas, we can paint whatever we desire and it will eventually become our own wonderful masterpiece. And this piece of work will contain all of our emotions, memories and our very own soul.