Tons of work to do but instead, I’m pacing restlessly, impatiently looking for things to distract myself from nothing. t.l.
Tag Archives: writing
If
If we were all born alone, why do we crave human connections like moths to lights? If we were unhappy why do we suffer this much to be happy again? If this is the first and last chance at living why did we waste so much on the wrong things? t.l.
Euphoria
I used to enjoy those sleepless nights where I could do anything, wrote a hundred poems cried myself to sleep stood in the garden let the suffering deepens. I reflected, speculated dreamed about a future where I get better where pain is only subtle and I’m not suicidal. Now I don’t enjoy insomnia any longer,Continue reading “Euphoria”
Again
If I had to do it all over again, I’d still choose to be with you. t.l. We would break up, and make up, and break up again.
Stay
The things we feel we project to our surroundings and no matter how much we love love it will end up hurting us. one person who’s nearly at the end of their relationships if they asked me, should I go or should I stay? I’d say, stay until you can no longer endure it, thenContinue reading “Stay”
False hope
Silence is better than false hope. Once you let them go, don’t hurt them by reappearing again. t.l. I hope you know I’m suffering too.
Escaped bird that came back home
Update on the bird escape incident. One lovebird managed to find its way home. I’m so glad she’s safe. Poor thing was starving, the first thing she did when she’s back in her cage was eating as much as she could. I don’t know if her friends are still out there or if they madeContinue reading “Escaped bird that came back home”
Honey
There is too much suffering in the world, could I pass by it without a flinch? could I keep going like nothing happened? It’s a gift yet a punishment to feel this much, this intensely. t.l. I’m drawn to agony like bees to honey.
Happiness
You’re my source of happiness but also miseries. is it true that I have to be buried deep to learn how fresh the air is? t.l. if there’s no bad, how can we feel good?
A perfect song
I am both the relaxing piano chords and the intense electronic beats. I am both the tiny waves that brushes against your ankle, and the tsunami that drowns the whole village. I come in gently but I can mess up your world if I needed to be. t.l.
Tsunami of Words 