#writinglust

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“her heart was an abandoned place, waiting for wildflowers to grow” — an eleven word story, (writinglust)

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i usually miss you at 2 am when the whole world seems quiet 'cause it reminds me of us in the middle of a busy street yet i could hear nothing— nothing but our hearts beating.

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i believe it was one night in july when i looked into your eyes i didn’t hear the loud heartbeats and my chest didn’t even feel tight like how in novels and movies they describe falling in love with someone at first sight, but that moment of ours feels like art. when i looked into your eyes everything fell into silence. the roaring car engines, the hurried footsteps of the people, the hustle of the working district--none. everything went quiet as if everything’s gone. when i looked into your eyes i was calm. i felt peace. it was bliss. that night, i fell in love with silence and learned that in being silent, it doesn’t always equate to being lonely and comfort is what you taught me. four years later,  i still want to look into your eyes and feel like its the first time. it is still quiet, my dear. i couldn’t hear anything, but this time, it feels lonely ‘cause i couldn’t hear you too. and its becoming uncomfortable. july is coming, i guess, even if it’s unbearable i need to learn to love you in silence too.

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day 1 after you said i should give you space:

i am emptying my heart of pieces of you yet it still feels heavy.

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for the people who feel like they are trapped (while on quarantine) or stuck in a situation they never wanted to be in:

“there are days when you feel like you are trapped breathe easy, believe me, there’s comfort behind closed doors there’s beauty in being stuck and you will not be suffocated when you think that an enclosed space is just another form of embrace”

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thought for the day:

am i still holding on to you or i just don’t want to let go of the memories i have with you

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i hope you find someone who will listen to all your favorite songs and will love the same favorite lines that you have always scribbled on the back of your notebook

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you used to be my whole poem, now i couldn't even turn you into a verse

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