sky

I hope I have touched your life, the way you touched mine.

Dumb, dumb, dumb. I couldn’t figure out whether it’s the cautious warning of my mind or the beating of my heart, fighting like wild animals — untamed.

Love is a profound subject and she was once my definition of it.

I tried re-reading the chapters that has you in it, trying to find some loopholes. But at some point, I realized — I can re-read my favorite book but I can never change the ending.

I've been holding on far too long and I'm finally releasing my grip.

I do believe that you can never really unlove someone whom you've thought of a future with.

I have learned not to ruin my world while loving yours.

I always write prose and poems about my wounds and the shattered, but never have I truly realized the pieces that was intact. The strength it took to hold even when there's nothing to hold.

I used to love the rain, the freeing way it touches my skin, never leaving any inch of my body untouched. Though, the more I love it the more it made me sick, made me weak and unable to get out of bed. I used to love the rain yet here I am holding an umbrella, covering me from the thing I used to love. I used to love the rain but this time, I will love you with caution.

Funny how my dream always has you written all over it. And I can never escape it.

And if forever may never exist, then I'll promise to love you until death sucks the life out of me.

Desperately pleading these walls to reconstruct themselves to stop me from losing everything I once built — myself.

A peaceful life is the hardest one to attain.