The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else. Carson McCullers I’ve been thinking about what “caring” really means. Best friends said they care, family members said they care, lovers said they care, doctors said they care, even the kidnappers said they care. But I have just realised, how much does oneContinue reading “Care”
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Day 6
I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine. t.l. when will this end?
Sad songs
isn’t it ironic that we sang those heartbreaking songs when we’re still together? isn’t it so wrong to love something so melancholy, so damaging? they didn’t mean nothing our love is strong and we, we can overcome anything … now without you, every song sounds like a goodbye howl. t.l.
In denial
The thoughts of losing you is too much to handle it was like a thousand needles spearing through my heart I can’t concentrate my blood is boiling and it feels like I’m constantly jumping through fire that’s why every grief cycle always starts with denial stage we will keep lying to ourselves until our heartContinue reading “In denial”
One
Wanting to let go but we were slowly becoming one entity. and in order to leave I had to cut a part of me that is already yours. t.l.
Good at running
When it starts to get too much, I shut down like an electrical fuse the house turned dark and I found myself surrounded in goodbyes. In every room, I place a circuit I built the whole city just to tear it down again I’m ready, for any sudden change from the tone of your voiceContinue reading “Good at running”
Push and Pull
I pushed you away not because I wanted to I just needed to hear “please stay”. t.l.
live
tell me again, why do you torture yourself for the horrible things someone else did? t.l. start living for you and only you.
night
when the night comes quiet Moon and chirping crickets ticking clocks and heartbeat drums my skin longs to be swarm with your kisses. t.l.
Pandemic wishes from an introvert
Wish I had spent more time in the woods listening to leaves singing watching the Sun dancing than contemplating in a 9-meter square room. Wish I had known how precious fresh air is long distanced phone calls wind-slapped face pollen-allergic nose busy street driving people talking .. Wish I had realized sooner that staring atContinue reading “Pandemic wishes from an introvert”
Tsunami of Words 