i'm giving myself a rest, for a while.

your magic continues in the words you say, in those you write, in everything you do...the magic is in you. making them more visible in my senses everyday, giving me the reason to find my own unique magic. ever since we have never been that close, or give myself a chance to get close to you, even though there are times that i seem to think that have i really known you as who you are, or as what God made you, you. there are times when i thought that what i see and what you let me see or make me think of you is all right for me, and nevertheless, should be satisfied. but why this urge, this wanting to discover you even more ignites in my bosom? why this strong feeling says...i want you more. i want you and more. i want more, of you. and for this to happen...i ask for some time with you. but why don't we give ourselves a chance? or is it just me thinking of that, this whole knowing-you-knowing-me affair i'm cooking...i'm cooking and i want us to share the experience.

i;m giving myself reasons, in the absence or in the vagueness of the questions starting to take roots in my mind. and what reasons do i give myself? and for what are they? i may know the answer now, and may tell you, yet, i refuse myself, i refuse to give myself in fear of... a lot of things to be feared of. Reasons...reasons...keys to my conundrums, then i'm leading myself in a road unstable, changing and constantly disappearing. this meanings i'm giving to symbols you never let me see, cause let me admit it, you never did made your self readable to me. why? i am asking this now, the question i should have asked myself and you before i am where i am now, before where we are now. now i'm standing beside my window, restless and tired, waiting when will my frog prince give me the answer to this question. because i'm tired formulating and reasoning, when i don't even know if there is really some one to be reasoned to, if there is really something worth the time reasoning and demystifying.

it seems to me that i'm writing my own fairy tale and it's unfinished, cause the prince seemed to be unsure of himself. so let me put this pen for a while, then wait, someday, your hands will hold mine, and together we can do something, our story, both you and me will write.

(for a moment, i just thought the introduction has nothing to do with the whole thing. hehehhehe)