The Greatest Patronus

You called. I didn't answer the phone, my mum did. I was faking a dream, my eyes were closed. But I heard your silence; I knew it was you.

I was lost in a torrent of thoughts -- "what ifs" and "all that could have been". Do you really care? Oh but I've learned to appreciate love; that these questions don't really matter that much. There is always the danger of getting hurt. And getting hurt is nothing as compared to the feeling you get when you give love. I'm not asking for love in return. I believe in miracles, but I'm not hopeful. We are all capable of great love. I'm happy just believing in that. If I focus on this thought, I could summon the greatest patronus in the whole world.

My mum placed the phone back to its cradle. My thoughts went back to earth. Slumber will seize me any minute now.

No. There's no need to check if I'm dead. I guess I am dreaming. When I wake up, I'll be on the right side of my bed. I'll live. Hopefully.

Serenity and Serendipity

Who am I? I figured that it doesn’t really matter, now that I’m standing here inside the bus. I looked at you. You were staring out the window again, but you noticed me.
I’m sure I saw you before. It was last Tuesday. We shared the same bus. I accidentally stepped on you while I was finding my seat. I mumbled “sorry,” then sat at the back. You sat beside me. We exchanged not words, just mere glances.
30 minutes ago, my journey home was interrupted when the bus broke down. Frustrated, I joined the others who were waiting for another bus. I was stressed, exhausted and heavy-eyed when we were rescued.
But I forgot who I am, even – when I stepped on the new bus. At the end of the row, there you were, looking out the window. Then finally our eyes met once more. The minutes flew. We were conversing in silence, and no one else knew. The passengers went as quickly as they came. And I stood patiently, waiting for my turn.
The bus stopped. I looked at you for the very last time in my life. I took the soulful look on your face as farewell. And I was off. I felt the evening breeze on my face;

And I remembered everything.

Meet the Procrastinating Fool

Another year is beginning to unfold. No matter how much I'd want to say "I'm a different person now", I'm still the same. I'm still on the train. I'm still alive, and living my so-called life. No more alibis, no more pretentions, no more games. If you don't like me, that's not my problem. Too many people to please...so little time. But the problem is, you can't please everyone. I'm Bryce and I'm pleased to meet you.

Just like what a friend of mine said, most people will tell you their positive side if you ask about themselves. I'll give you a glimpse of my negative side.

I'm a procrastinating fool. I'm scared of flying roaches. I talk a lot when I'm drunk. I buy even the corniest of jokes. I don't shave everyday. My flaring temper was legendary. I can't live without music. I used to get sick a lot. I'm afraid of heights. I get hyper when I drink coffee. I'm silent when I'm pissed. I bite my lower lip when I'm thinking. I smile too much when I'm nervous. My eyes speak louder than my lips.

Life is a train. We have our own purpose and destinations. We meet strangers on our way. We make enemies and friends. We can never take back the things we say. We can never go back, yes, but we can always opt to take a new course or path. Enjoy the ride, shall we?

Still care to know more about me? Nah. Enough of me, I want to know more about you :)