I am your prisoner

I am your Prisoner

Chit chat chit chat…

Maybe I’ve talked too much.

Maybe you’ve talked too little.

Maybe you don’t want to speak at all.

Sing. Louder. Higher.

I hate that cord.

Let’s redefine it.

“No, it was meant to be written this way.”

Look at me.

My eyes are red with your tears and anger that hide the

jealousy that doesn’t exist.

I imprison you with chains that are my hands and they clutch

tightly to your face.

Look at me.

I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry.”

Echo is a verbal exchange of a dance

that we know by heart.

We have spoken too much

but it is never enough.

I Love you.

“I Love you.”

Our foreheads pressed against the other

but I feel beyond the physical.

I was sure, there and then,

I am your prisoner.

Life of a Chorister

My life has been revolving around choir for the past week and a few more weeks to come. It has been choir every weekday since competition is coming up. It was almost unbearable but it’s getting better.

Today, I believe we sounded the best. I think everyone was on their A game and it was actually quite fun. However, I have two issues with today.

First, our new chairperson talked about how rumours are like poison to the club. It is not said without truth but bitching is one of the few outlets we have and I don’t think anyone should remotely control our thoughts and liberty to speak. I guess all’s well if no one gets hurts (physically, emotionally and mentally). We keep it from him/her. We even tried to talk to him/her so that our instructor doesn't blow up from all that interjection. Look at where that got us- an awesome practice. However, I got to say. That person did help my section a lot when I was away. They sounded good today.

But that was the minor issue. The other one I had was with my boyfriend. He got jealous today. I’m saying it was a smile now cause we resolved it. I’m actually quite glad it came up because I get to see us both be vulnerable to each other and feel how much we both meant to the other.

I have paused here so long I decided that I wouldn't try describing it. Long story short, I can’t phantom where I would be without him.

I love you Dalton Lim. Never underestimate that.