writinglust

coffee stains make me remember how i burnt my tongue i know it’s still there but no longer stings — coffee stains, familiar pain, writinglust

i believe it was one night in july when i looked into your eyes i didn’t hear the loud heartbeats and my chest didn’t even feel tight like how in novels and movies they describe falling in love with someone at first sight, but that moment of ours feels like art. when i looked into your eyes everything fell into silence. the roaring car engines, the hurried footsteps of the people, the hustle of the working district--none. everything went quiet as if everything’s gone. when i looked into your eyes i was calm. i felt peace. it was bliss. that night, i fell in love with silence and learned that in being silent, it doesn’t always equate to being lonely and comfort is what you taught me. four years later,  i still want to look into your eyes and feel like its the first time. it is still quiet, my dear. i couldn’t hear anything, but this time, it feels lonely ‘cause i couldn’t hear you too. and its becoming uncomfortable. july is coming, i guess, even if it’s unbearable i need to learn to love you in silence too.

i usually miss you at 2 am when the whole world seems quiet 'cause it reminds me of us in the middle of a busy street yet i could hear nothing— nothing but our hearts beating.

i see you are running towards a future where i don't exist. i'll be walking slowly at the present so you could still find me if ever you go back to your old self. you could still meet me there, we could still be together--in the past.

im tired of feeling too much. my heart cannot handle all the emotions anymore. my chest hurts, it feels like my heart is shrinking little by little each day.