Love filled the air as time slowly approaches to the mid of February.
A month of joyous celebration towards the greatest feeling ever perceived.
In celebration of Love.
Shopping malls, markets, entrepeuners, radio stations, all mastered under 1 source...
Greed.
Took no hesitation in exploiting love blinded lovers into farming more wealth for them.
Everywhere selling propagandas, new love ideologies... yet all lead to one conclusion... that is to burn wealth into furnacing love.
Yet occasionally, they still manage to strike inspirations into lost minds and subjects in which i could reflect on...
From a series of broadcasted waves, it revived the moments where i am a lost love bird myself; right in front of my eyes.
When one slowly plunges into this quicksand of mixes feelings, one tends to lost rationality and conciousness...
Very often when we awake from these blissful mementos only will the pain sets in.
The feeling so intensed, so potent... regardless of any aftermath pain, one cant hesitate to plunge head-on into the quicksand over and over again...
As if recovering from amnesia, i recalled scenes in which; i've seen myself doing things miraculously beyond words to explain.
Writing love letters with unfiltered hair-raising-romance, addressing one another with CUTE titles, Ah Bee Bee, Ah Goo Goo, Ah Buu Buu...
yet these names appear to be incantation descended from the greatest of our ancestors.
Incantation capable of acting like a double edge sword.
As prescribed, if called upon prisoner enslaved by the summoner's love, the summoner holds the power of controlling the slave to his/her heart's desire.
But never attempt the reading of incantation amongst unaffected souls...
even the slightest whisper, deems to be shrilling pain in their ears.
Hock Hock, Chuan Chuan... incantations once held my freedom...
now no longer hold any significance in my life...
but the shrilling pain still perceives...
the slavers, now practices a whole new form of spell...
in which solemnity emits from your soul... and fills the tensed atmosphere of their every presence...
New incantations... projecting your very full name...
you held lil choice in adjusting ur colar... and raising ur slouching body... to then a forceful smile... followed by a stiffed bow... in reacting towards the spell.
So much memories flashed upon my face within that split second which triggered my thought...
Lamenting on the days where my corny love notes were enchanted with a gift to light up a smile... now... resolved to pieces of chill bringing eye-horror, but reading it again... did light up a smile upon my face...
It's all in the process of life...Joy, bliss, love then comes the inevitable pain, sadness, horror...guilt...
It's with these feelings, one shall learn to appreciate mood soothing moments a lil more...
without pain, there would be no significance for joy....
I wonder what new incantations have they uncovered into mastering their love slaves...
Haha... prolly something cornier...
Another smirk appeared as I imagine them with their current lovers... happily cuddling under the mesmerizing moon...
I felt happy for them... even that they now walk pass through me like wraiths, omitting my very presence...
May all find their valentines in this love filled February...
*smiles*
And to those above the quicksand...
Here's Ocean Deep by Cliff Richard to u...