All The Right Moves by One Republic

What is the sound of a passing heart?

You'll hear it clearly when no one else does. Its like your inner soul wearing a pair of headphones and only it, itself can hear the music it is attuned to.

Can you hear it, even from a faint distance? Your inner calling?

I don't hear anything.

Possibility by Lykke Li

Every movement and step I take feels unreal. Its as though I'm in a deep sleep, a daze, trance. That this whole place, is a figment of my very own imagination. Maybe the world isn't real, its our mind that makes it so. My limbs feels unreal, the words I read is unreal, I close my eyes and it feels unreal. I hear this voice but I don't hear it. Whether my eyes are open or tightly shut, its you I see. There is no sense of permanence, no consistency.

Why are things the way they are, instead of being the way it SHOULD be?

Till then, things aren't the way they should, in my current world.

There's always that possibility. Of what could have happened.

Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

I wonder which is worse. Trying to memorise every memory left of you, or putting it all behind, to eventually forget.

But I tell myself I shouldn't. I should retain all memories because I'm worried that with human minds acting like a sieve, I would eventually forget all small details within time. What good would come out of that? After all, it was a good memory to hold.

I'm only sadden to remember how you would hold me closer and tighter because my phone beeped. On how after every text I'm done typing, you would come back and cradle me with your firm arms. How you would entwin your fingers into mine throughout the night and kiss my little fingers in the morning. On how you assure me that you wouldn't make me do things I wouldn't want to, just perfectly comfortable with just sleeping in together.

The worse part of it all, we are separated by the universe where we may never see each other again. All we would only share are those few days of knowing each other.

8,120 km of flying and 5 hours of difference in the world.

I'll look back from many years ahead and smile at this little something we shared worthwhile.

The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

Vanilla Twilight - Owl City