Musings of a wandering soul....

Moses // Lost soul // 37 // Will write and post till I am found....

[confusedwanderer]

Her: It’s been such a long time, I’m so happy to see you again

No, you’ve never left my heart... 

[confusedwanderer]

I miss you, I love you, I want you, I desire you...

Come to me, run to me, hold me, never let me go, 

But in the end, only silence escaped my lips

[confusedwanderer]

I miss your smile, the littlest curve of your mouth, 

I miss your touch, the accidental brush, 

I miss your presence, the moments that always seemed so brief, 

I miss you, for now you are no longer with me...

[confusedwanderer]

My heart screamed its desires for you, screamed till my soul is hoarse and broken, 

But my lips were silenced, numbed by fears, consideration, and sadness, doomed to an eternal peace

[confusedwanderer]

To run, but for a mere moment, 

For an escape, a reprieve from the memories of you...

[confusedwanderer]

Your silence broke my heart even though I saw the universe through your eyes...

[confusedwanderer]

I can never forget you for you have stolen a piece of my heart from me... 

[confusedwanderer]

I want to fly with the dragons of old, dance with faeries under the moonlight and live for an eternity and more....

[confusedwanderer]

Everybody wants a piece of her light.... 

[confusedwanderer]

One day in my old age… I will remember all the hands I held, All the lips I’ve kissed,

One day when I am old… When I remember all the lovers I had, The smoothness of the many curves I’ve carressed,

Always know, I will remember you…

[confusedwanderer]

Memories of your lips on mine are inspired by warm and restless nights.....

[confusedwanderer]

It’s the pain that we have gone through that finally allows us to love whole-heartedly, for love is pain in its purest form....

To allow yourself to be hurt, to allow your heart to be vulnerable, to open yourself to the knifes and daggers that others may wield....

[confusedwanderer]

I wished so much that I could heal you and bring a smile to your face, to tell you the words that would lift you and bring you happiness, 

I wished that we had talked more, or that we had stared deeper into each others’ eyes, 

I wished so much that I could accompany you for many days to come, to wake by you and to watch over you protectively, 

I wished for much but I knew that your heart could not wish the same, that the coldness there will be an everlasting one, that the walls that protect you are also the same walls that prevent any warmth from seeping in....

And so I wish, and wish in silence, for you were meant to walk alone through life, while I wish and wish from a distant shore....

[confusedwanderer]

I knew you had my heart when we hugged a little longer than needed, 

when we spoke beyond the moments that were necessary, 

I knew you had my heart when I started noticing the little details about you, 

when even little imperfections seem perfect, 

I knew you had my heart when even after all these years, I still think of the moments we shared.....

[confusedwanderer]

I sigh.... hoping that my breath will reach you somewhere in the far corners of the world....

[confusedwanderer]

The smartest students don’t impress me, neither does the intelligent, witty ones, who are almost guaranteed an easy life: a life of getting what they want and having others give in to them.

The ones that impress me are the students who, despite their anxieties and fears, rise up and deliver the class presentation, 

Or the lonely international student, who can’t even speak in proper English, who eventually puts in hours of her life into writing an assignment where she struggles to understand every word on the paper, 

And the student with dyslexia, whose letters are constantly inversed or twisted, who eventually submits his paper on time.... 

These are the real students who value knowledge, and discipline, and these are the ones that I pray for at night, hoping that one day, they will find their success, however they define that to be....  

[confusedwanderer]

Love is when you notice all the little things about her; the swish of her hair when she laughs, the gentle lines on her face, the tiredness in her eyes, and it makes you want to hold her tight, 

Love is when you notice all the imperfections of a person and you decide to stay and better her anyway,

Love is when you smile when you see her after a long day away from her, 

Love is often in the little things that you do, the occasional affirming word, or the constant knowing of where she is in the noisy and crowded room, or just the simple touch to connect again after a few moments of separation....