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him-shaped hole.
Then.
He traced his fingers lazily across my breast, drawing shapes for a bit, raising my goosebumps, each a reminder that I was alive. After too soon, as if finally satisfied with his imaginary art, he rested his hand there. Our legs intertwined like beautiful, grounded roots. My lips curled into a half smile because of the way his hair tickled ( Read more... ) -
Broken
Haven't been here in such a while, despite the intense despair and aimlessness I've been feeling the whole of this year. Perhaps it is because I've stopped writing, that I've forgotten how to deal with things. I let this misery conduct me, lead me astray.
I feel sad all the time. Sometimes on bad days, like today, I get so angry with the world I ( Read more... ) -
cower.
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Stuck in reverse
I have so much sadness embraced, I have no room for bright and happy. Sometimes I think, I need to get out of this misery, but I give up when I realize it means letting go of the things that meant the most to me.
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Reliving the pain
I almost gave in. And then I reread the messages and remembered why it has to be this way.
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Desperation
When I go, people may miss me, but it'll pass. I will become their random thought once in a blue moon. I will become a part of their intangible past and nothing of their future.
I will be gone and it will stop hurting.
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escape
Sometimes we walk, single-mindedly thinking of that one door we have to reach to open, that one place we need to be at, the destination. We have no idea what comes after, and nothing about the journey in between. And sometimes it gets somewhat blurry when we are halfway there, and we wonder, are our eyes playing tricks on us? Or the heart whose ( Read more... ) -
just another day
2011 hasn't been too dandy. I hate you new year, and you're not even that new anymore. -
sleep, don't weep.
I haven't felt like doing anything lately. I turn on my notebook and surf the net aimlessly, but I don't really look at what I see. My eyes keep going sideways, like they cannot bring themselves to focus on what's before me. There's a wave of fatigue that drenches me time and again, hit me unforgivingly, often unexpected. When I breathe, I feel ( Read more... ) -
we'll walk into forever to find ourselves where we began.
sight of old couples strolling hand in hand still makes me smile and feel warm and go "awww" inside. sometimes when i'm out with my parents, i'd notice how dad would reach out for mom's hand so naturally, check the traffic on both sides of the road and hold onto her hand firmly as they cross over. and it always makes me wonder, how do they do it? ( Read more... )