I want to say a hundred million things. I want to tell you all about me. I want to speak until my throat feels dry and swallowing my own spit becomes an obstacle. I have so many words buried deep inside. They are waiting for me to find someone who thinks I'm worth the while. Would you listen?
I hope one day all my thoughts would be etched onto paper; paper that I will keep in the closet but I'll never really look or read. My heart would be empty and in that day, in that moment, I will be free... I will be happy
Somedays even the never-ending vessel pours its last drop. Somedays even the ever-patient mother nature turns to violence for discipline. Somedays even the most victorious shall taste the cheap liquor of defeat. Somedays even a loser will win. The world will turn. The world will go on. That's the destiny of this world and you shall fulfil yours. Running away is easier. Running isn't as scary. But you won't get to the end of this tunnel by running away from it.
Colourful, bright, shimmery enchanting. Set on display on shelves after shelves. Whatever you want to buy; available. Name a price. Get the item. Stationery. Clothings. Furniture. Luxury items. Cooking essentials. And yet, no heart. No brain. No kindness. No understanding. Could be bought.
and when I'm in pain I don't have to wrestle the words on page. they come out on their own. they save me. my words know me they know that if I didn't get a release I would combust.
The human being has two forms: the earthly, materialistic you and the soul. I know nothing about your human self. I am in love with your soul. Your soul is pure, forgiving and determined to make sense of all the miseries of life. But the human you I don't know anything about her... and it scares me. Because that's the you that will break my heart and thrash my soul. If you're reading, it's a request: please don't break my trust again.
do you even care? they asked. and I don't know how else to tell them that I did care and I cared too much. I lost myself waiting for them, prayed to a god I didn't believe existed hoped for their happiness after I gave up on mine. and when I did say how much I care they told me to either care or measure how much I did for them. so this time when they asked do you even care? I didn't respond. I laughed.