ENTER MIDNIGHT

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT DAYDREAMS Anna here, trying to conquer the art of writing... one daydream at a time. You’ll find random realizations on life, love and whatever my irish-catalan soul compells me to. I’ve found I’m prone to chasing rainbows... and shadows as well.

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Wow. It’s been so many years since I was last here. Not that I don’t remember how this works, but even re-reading myself feels odd. LIke I can’t even believe I wrote all that I’ve found in my old posts. I guess I am still me. The lovelorn dreamer still lives in me. Still. I’m still me but not quite. Not even quite sure if for good or bad. I guess we all miss our old selves. I guess we all miss the innocence we still had 5 years ago --no matter how old you are, it still applies--.  I guess we all --also-- get that confident smirk of “oh well, I’m more brave than I thought”, while we dust our knees from our last fall. Anyways, hi to all, I’m (kinda) back. Hope to read you soon. :) 

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the game

Love is a game 

until it’s played 

where the only check mate 

is endorsed by timing and chemistry 

and they are 

just not

on your side Love is the game 

but rarely the prize 

for a lovelorn heart 

which more often than not 

finds itself on its knees 

gathering salty diamonds  Love is a game 

best played drunk & numb 

with heart-shaped stone pieces 

instead of soft, breakable skin 

Yes, love is that game 

the one we all heard how good it was 

that same wicked one  which we keep losing at. 

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Anyone can write. It’s the painful threading of one’s heart into it that makes it so impossibly tragic and freeing.

Anna Roig (via middleofthenightdaydreams)

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Deep in the black of the night I still think of you. I have 4am conversations with my heart and make pretend drunk calls to you. I’m not sorry you’re not here anymore, I’m sorry I still miss you.

Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams (via middleofthenightdaydreams)

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The saddest, loneliest moments of my life have, ironically, happened when amidst a crowd, I couldn’t find a soul I could relate to. Not one single soul that shared the tune of my heart.

Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams (via middleofthenightdaydreams)

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As the day melts into a sweet slumber the night awakens to the silver blue darkness So do my senses I feel you, a warm pulsing heartbeat getting closer and closer to my skin you're not yet here but my desire is The night is ours, sometimes tender, sometimes fierce I like to see the indigo in your gaze and you like me to touch the stars I want you for tonight and forever and I know you want to stay here too for it's not in the flesh we find our home but within the dark secret confines of these souls that burn and melt together each time we find each other as we walk to meet in the pale moonlight

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There's no art in a broken heart... actually, there's nothing within.

Anna Roig

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How can a broken heart 

be mended with tears? 

How could it ever feel whole again? 

Maybe you’re not supposed to -ever- feel 

the same again... 

How could you? 

If you gave your soul 

and it was smashed into pieces 

And no amount of tears 

will ever return it to its former glory. 

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You had the unusual talent of turning black into rainbows. How was I to know that it could go both ways...?

Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams

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... so that when his love crumbles, you will be there to lick his heart off the ground

Anna Roig

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Every corner's turn

These city lights remind me 

of your eyes 

right after we'd made love 

You brightened up the room 

my days, my life 

These hectic coming and going 

of people 

remind me how we rushed 

to meet each other 

after a day's work 

These birds with their singing 

remind me of all the afternoons 

we strolled hand in hand 

just happy to have each other 

and the afternoon around us 

This city is so alive it hurts 

my eyes, my memories, my heart 

how is someone supposed to move on 

when I still look for you 

at every corner's turn

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Love did die

I dreamt of you 

I met you 

I loved you 

...

You may have loved me

I want to believe that 

...

Life had other plans 

and you left

...

I waited for you 

I cried for you 

while I still loved you 

... 

Then love died 

Not because of time 

Not because of pain

...

It died because you ceased to matter

because finally I caught up with you 

and I stopped caring like you did.

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Sometimes I go back to the old notebooks where our story still breathes and bleeds. I wish I could still do it myself.

Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams

[geeksofdoom]

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Merry Christmas everyone!!

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Word is you found a new me. Don't think you'll never find someone that'll love you as deeply as I did. I don't even think you'll find yourself in those eyes, you'll never find that amazing reflection of yourself, not as in mine. As for me, I'll reinvent myself so I never fall for a new you.

Anna Roig

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We're wired to want the thing that evades us. Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to you. You're the last man I'd set my eyes on... if it weren't for the fact that I'm the last woman you'd ever set yours on. So now I crave you like a forbidden elixir... the only one who'll quench this greedy thirst.

Anna Roig

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If there’s something I’ve learned from this world is that even in your darkest hour, you’ll find precious human candles to light your way out.

Anna Roig