Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor,
that leaves the soul to bleed.
some say love it is a hunger,
and endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you, its only seed.
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose



Just some clarifications:

I am not:
1. A guinea pig
2. A rabbit
3. Chicken Little
4. A bug
5. Bisexual
6. Litter
7. Neoh (you SC people will know what I'm talking about)
8. Clarissa II


I seem be named after alot of odd things. Hm.

And I'm still in shock about Ryan II. He scares me.


I guess I crave romantic satisfaction. And its not sexual (in case some people think so, I know some people I know will), in any sense close to that at all. But it is the things that make up dreams, the desire and the passion to rekindle the fire within you, and helps you hope.

I love you.

Really, its like being reborn again. I love everyone around me, even if some people are more tolerable than others. Because I know everyone is being who they are. And if they are not, there is something wonderful inside all that.

Years ago, I locked myself up. I hid, I cried, I indulged in music and poetry to cure my need of human contact. That was how my love for poetry came to be. I was honest with myself, and only myself. I was free within my walls to make my anger known. But days went by and I realised I couldn't escape within these walls.

Because when I returned, everything was in ruins, all around me. I went back in, no longer shouting, no longer screaming. I closed up to myself. And that was it.

And those years went by, and I indulged myself in romantic stories, fanfiction, blogposts, couples on the street. I used to think I would do anything to be one of them. I wrote love poetry to anyone I could find, sometimes to absolutely no one. I needed to satisfy myself somehow, or some way.

But when I was reborn, I ripped off some restraints I had set on myself. And I could feel myself again. I grew, binds became to tight, and I cast them away. I could breath again, and I found that secret, that wonderful, wonderful secret. It had been there, everywhere. That first bus ride home from church, I felt different, and I did not know why.

Now I realise, I felt different, because I loved everyone of those people in that bus, and all the people outside. I remember I saw a child with his mother, and felt that tender reliance between the child's hand and his mother's. And I smiled, because I could see.

I'll never forget when someone said that after I found Christ, the look in my eyes changed. Because I knew that I see differently now. I don't need fake love stories, because they are all real - in my life. It might be exhilirating at times, and my insides get mushy at the thought of it, but I know that every moment of my life, I am happy.

Because I see the love in every corner of this globe. In all my problems, I see people who care for me, and wish they could help me, but can't. They care enough to want to try - that is enough. Because besides all the extra trimmings of excessive care, is what matters the most - the heart. That is ALL I need. That is all.

And sometimes, I wish everyone could feel the same way, cast aside the darkness, step into the light - and see.

[EDIT 090507: Oh, I forgot one. I am not a communist. I am pro-PAP. thank you Carine for reminding me.]