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The lights are flickering on and off, colourful and electric vibes run through the atmosphere as the sound of music thump and vibrate the invisible air. When I close my eyes, it seems as though I can see the ripples of the particles in the air as the music makes its journey through bodies and objects. The little neutrons and electrons swirl a vibrant blue, pretty pink and electric yellow. The combination of the colours are like the intense booming fireworks on New Year's Eve. The central focus illuminates a blood red colour, sending off hazardous contents and danger. The fragile object is guarded by a thin glass box, reflecting the shining light as if it were a priceless diamond being guarded by life. But the glass box isn't enough to guard this object. However, it will one day be exposed to reality, and be knocked over by someone so powerful, yet so beautiful. He will either accidently or intentionally shatter the object that is sitting peacefully in the box. It will fall to the ground, smashed into tiny little pieces. It will be like a one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, lying on the ground, waiting for someone to come pick up the pieces and rejoin them. One thousand tiny pieces will take time to put together, but with the right combination, and with enough time; it will work.

I'm a walking cliché. I like the love stories, the fantasy. The unrealistic Prince Charming and flawlessly beautiful Princess living happily ever after. The fragile object is indeed my heart. The little neutrons and electrons are the feelings I get when love runs through my body. The painful, yet amazing feeling that makes it's way to the heart. The blood pumping organ that screams the words "DANGER" and "FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE"

It has come to the point, where the English language is running out of words for me to even comprehend all this. Is it an illusion? I've had something that other people could only dream of, or even dare to dream of. "I'm an optimist for life, but a terrible cynic for love." Ironic yes? Pessimist for love, but why? Why all the negative thoughts? Because I don't want my heart to be shattered into a thousand pieces. I want to keep it together, but then...I want it to shatter, just so you can come back and join it back together. I can't seem to make up my mind. The right combination...we're not even right. We are far from right, but what we are, when we're together makes up the word "PERFECT"

I'm not speaking high of us, I'm just speaking the truth. The imperfection, as they say, made it perfect. The flaws bring out the true beauty of a human being. I'm blabbering randomly aren't I? See what I mean when I say the English language just isn't enough? I think I'm just talking to myself...like I usually do.

I wish I could have you here with me. I wish I could fit you into my pocket everywhere I go. Infantile don't you think? I do. I wake up, I do something, sometimes nothing at all. I move my hands, walk around. Think about this, that, this, and that again. Then I do it all over again. I make a mistake without even trying. Then night time draws near, and I make friends with the shadows and dream of green meadows, yellow daisies and beautiful blue skies. Then eyes open, and life flashes back to reality.