Let me share a lil' secret
A secret that I'll never regret
I call it the art of crying
And it won't hurt if you go on trying
Find a perfect, quiet room
Perfect enough to tolerate your gloom
The room should not be so silent
So no one will hear your heart's lament
Pick a place where people are few
And make sure nobody recognizes you
Pick the perfect spot, an empty table
Make a covering for your face possible
Start to prepare your own mock bed
Put your hanky and lay your head
Put your face down and feign your sleep
Cover your face and start to weep
Start to sob, Let the tears flow
Make the handkerchief absorb the sorrow
Try to sob without a sound
In sync with your heart's heavy pound
Do not move your shoulders too much
Spare yourself for an unwanted touch
After that, get up, wipe your eyes
Your goal is to look very nice
Comb your hair, groom your face
Make sure you left no visible trace
For a few minutes, let your red eyes rest
Fake a smile, give it your best
Get up, chin up, and face the crowd
You just had a breather, feel very proud.

Everything is black and white
No tint of color in my sight
What happened to the world so bright?
I wonder when we'd stop this fight?

Sadness fills this gloomy place
And I can't find a happy place
I wish to fill our gaps and space
And give you my warmest embrace

Being prideful sounds so smart
But this would take us far apart
Doing what's best is what I should start
Saving the friendship will save our heart

-MS
January 22nnd 2013, 10 minutes before 4pm (JST +9) 

Don't Go Far Away

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. 
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, 
because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? 

--Pablo Neruda

I closed my eyes, sought some rest
and placed my hand beneath my chest
The exact place where my heart lies
The exact place where I hear the cries
It's beating sound was so deafening
I can feel every beat on my skin
This heart has gotten so heavy and weary
From all the burdens it has to carry
Its irregular palpitations feel so scary
But for this heart I feel so sorry
If only I can take a scalpel and trace a hole
to take my heart out and leave my soul
If only I can temporarily stop its beating
and wait for the pain to take its fleeting
Nothing can be done but endure the pain now
This show will soon meet its traditional bow
Pardon me, my poor, fragile heart
Maybe we just need some time apart.

If only I could
Sell tears in exchange for cash
I'd make a fortune

I wanted to write about something, no it's not just something, it's about what I feel in the depths of my heart. But It seems like the available words aren't enough and effective to use to perfectly express what I feel. I never wanted to sound doltish and to be taken vaguely so I guess I'll just drop the idea and let my hidden paper and pen do its work.

Letters

Letters are not just simple handwritten words on a piece of paper that ranges from the scented types to the cute ones down to the simplest scratch papers. Letters are words, phrases and sentences transcribed in a piece of paper through a writing instrument that are too overwhelming for the mouth to speak because the words come from the bottom of the heart. Letters are a great way to express a feeling, for uttered words are sometimes ineffective and insufficient to make a feeling known and be felt by somebody. Letters are great mementos, for spoken words can not be repeated with certainty without an audio recording device, and you can not tape every spoken word unlike letters that you can easily read over and over again whenever you want to. Letters remind us how special and dear we are, because behind every letter there is someone who took time and exerted an effort to make one for you.

It's a sad fact that writing letters starts to fade due to technology and other means of communication. I am forever a fan of letters and no matter what, I will always love writing letters. I will always appreciate receiving one, for letters are one of the best ways to express love towards another person.