Life Of its Own...

The hustles and bustles of the denizens in the city takes a life of its own. There I was, outside Peranakan Place, strolling to get my next stop when my thoughts paused momentarily at the sight of the swarms of pedestrians at the Red. All of them, just like me. Inside every face, how many love stories are there? Or how many of them could claim to have actually been in love?

I am in love. Heard this song yesterday. It takes a life of its own.

Love, this thing, I'm wondering. If love takes a life of it own, does that mean, when it strikes, your temple of worship is a variable? Maybe you give your heart to that someone, it doesn't work out, you nurse your wound and when the next one comes along, affections will move along?

Forever be a mystery.


You're Beautiful by James Blunt

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.