It's Silly.

It's silly.

But it feels like we only wake up so we won't break the hearts of the ones we love.

Katie, 18:00

If we can go back in time, relive every moment we have lost, all the dreams trapped in a blurry yesterday, would you take my hand? If we can fall in love again, would you take the chance?

With me?

(Let's fall in love again)

-Katie, 6:15

Love. How can I put it? It changes everything. Before it found me, I was so angry with the world. So angry that all I could think about was revenge. I became numb and cold. I became one with the walls. Unmoving. Uncaring. But so scared of tomorrow. It was preposterous that I casted fury like a villaines and tremble in fear at the same time. I've lived in the shadow of revenge. Reveled in the pangs of wrath for so long that I didn't feel I was still human. Until love found me. And it was a transforming journey. I could feel my armor falling off with my anger. I was vulnerable, exposed to the elements. At that moment, I felt change embracing me.

Love showed me the way to forgiveness. Love showed me the way to wholeness. Love showed me the way to hope. Love showed me the way to self-rediscovery.

Love showed me who I am.

-who i am,

katie, 18:45

@karineclaire

If I will allow

My lips

To speak

The words

I should have spoken

Long ago

You would cry

You would try

To take me into

Your arms

And console

My anguished soul

You would rub my back

Kiss my forehead

After that

You would be proud

Of how

I managed

To take the pen

And wrote

A better storyline

For myself

-better storyline,

Katie, 19:50

I was an empty canvas before you came and started filling me with colors. Like Da Vinci, you toiled to turn me into a world-class masterpiece. You gave life to my dull parts, fixed all my hideous scars, worked day and night until I became the creation every connoisseur of art cannot ignore.

I could not fathom though, why after all your sleepless nights, you've afforded to give me away like a thing you can't wait to depart from. Now I am hung against the wall of this lifeless museum, admired by hostile and faceless crowd. How could you create something marvellous with your hands and not fall in love with it in the end? The answer struck me hard like a lightning. We're not Pygmalion and Galatea. Never have been. Never will be.

-Not Pygmalion and Galatea,

Katie, 21:00

What if one day, we wake up and find out that everything we ever had, the laughter shared, the late night talks, even the times when we're too dazed to realize we're falling in love weren't real?That the hand I held in mine, the face that looked divine, the kiss that was more intoxicating than wine were just products of an illusion staged to make us believe there is love? What if there is no love in reality? That the web of magical emotions we think we feel is actually a concept conceived in another universe; a concept too complex to be derived in ours? Would you still be brave to look me in the eyes? And if I won't be able to utter a word would you still trust in promises? Or you would just fall asleep and dream with me. Because in dreams, it is easier to believe in anything. There's no need of a hologram projector to show us an illusion of love. I need to know baby. Love for me is just another theory. Like singularity, white holes and black holes. I would like to know if it's something you would give your time to prove. So we can decide right now whether or not our hearts have a place to call home.

-A theory to prove,

Katie, 20:15