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I love how time seems not to exist the moment your lips touch mine. I love how your lips and fingers run so lightly on my skin, how your touch lingers like a promise, not rushing. I love the way you do it—slow, curious, and honest.

That it has been more than 5 years that I made an original Tumblr post, all of my recent post for the past years are from my Instagram and Twitter account. 

Funny how I don’t seem to realize it earlier that I was still able to remember my log-in credentials after years of not using this account, when I always forgot the password minutes after resetting it.

I had been sulking in bed for the past several hours when I should be out there following my normal weekend routine—driving away from the city, diving into the blue, and putting my duties in the corner, letting myself sink into oblivion before Monday hits again. That is my routine, and I am happy with it. But yesterday I woke up feeling like there’s something missing—something I want to do.

There’s this irrefutable feeling I’ve been holding onto, and no matter how much I ignore it, it always creeps back in. It’s a feeling I can’t properly describe. I am happy and grateful for my life: I have a decent job that pays enough to sustain the lifestyle I choose. I get to have my own car, live in a comfortable place, pay my bills, eat the food I want, travel, and have a job that allows me to pursue hobbies like scuba diving and freediving—which are definitely not cheap—and I’m happy with that. I couldn’t ask for more. But there’s still this space between all that happiness, something I yearn for…

And I don’t know what it is. That frustrates me even more.

I look back at the things I used to do—writing my thoughts, taking photographs, finding inspiration in the world I’m moving through.

Maybe by starting this again, by going back to something I love, things will slowly fall into place and help me understand what I really want to do with my life—the missing piece that makes me feel incomplete.