Even I, wish it was a dream
But it all felt real
Cause the pain lingers
As i remember the touch of your fingers
- Trei
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Even I, wish it was a dream
But it all felt real
Cause the pain lingers
As i remember the touch of your fingers
- Trei
"Being observant isn't fun." He shared.
"Why?"" He asked.
"Is it fun to notice simple gestures/sign that someone is gradually drifting away?" He answered.
-A conversation between your mind and you.
Confession #1: Not Okay.
It has been a month of endless sadness. I was too focus on my work that I never realized that I was too sad to even work. Ironic, isn’t it? But that’s what happened.
I have never wrote one poem for the last month and it feels great to have written one shitty poem again. I feel like I’m back again. So what really happened? I’ll tell you.
It was kind of getting tiring doing the same shit again and again. I always try to be the person that they want me to be. I worked hard for everyone. I worked hard for every person who wants me to be good at what I do.
I was at work from 7:00 am to 9:00 pm. Almost everyday, for one month. It felt good that I was doing a good job. But then, reality hit me so hard, one day. I began losing friends, losing the woman that I love, losing time, and losing myself in the process. I thought I was doing good, but no, I’m not.
I thought I was okay, but I’m not. I really am not. And I denied it for so long. I am not okay, I will be, but not today.
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You are the poem you wrote. Remember that.
We we’re all afraid of losing someone that it comes to the point where we actually lose them, instead of keeping them. It always happen. There is no actual way of preventing it other than, them choosing to stay. The more you prevent it from happening, the more it gets worse. Either way, do every thing you can do while they’re still there. ‘Cause even if I said it’s a choice, not everyone gets to have the opportunity to choose. Life is unfair, but we have to accept the fact that we have to live with it. Sometimes, we have to let go of things, for new things to come. We can’t have everything, but we can have anything.
All that I want to do is to spend the rest of my life with you.
I want to wake up in the morning right next to you. Eat breakfast with you, drink a cup of coffee with you. I want to hold your hands and watch movies with you. I want to send you cute and sweet long messages. Take a nap with you. I want to look into your eyes. Be with you at sunrise and sunset. Stay up all night staring at the night sky with you. Share our deepest thoughts under the moon. Walk in the rain with you. Be with you all summer, keep you warm through the winter. I can’t think of a more perfect life, I need you. (via escafeism)
I secretly hoping you’d end up with me.
Eight Word Story #416 (via baekebyan)
The agony of waiting