Have you ever felt so paralyzed by pain and sadness that you could not react? Instead of crying, you just laughed. Because no matter how hurt you were, the tears refused to fall. You only felt this deep hollowness and you faced the world with a smile to hide your numbness. You functioned perfectly well, only without any passion nor feeling. You just felt disconnected and tired.
The fire in me has died again. Maybe this time I won't light it back.
A hiding place where I plant my [nonsensical] thoughts, water my dreams, and harvest more insights.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Brevity #11: Lies
One of the meanest thing that you can do to someone else is to say "I love you" without ever meaning it. Always be true, always be honest, when it comes to matters of the heart. Because how can you not only betray her but also betray yourself as well? And sooner or later, truth will show its true form. For you may be able to deceit her for a long time, but you can never deceit yourself for that long.
Perhaps one of the reason why I did not want to let you go was because you were the first person in this world who ever said those words to me. And though I did not know how to answer or may not be feeling the same at the time, it felt like a soothing breeze. And I hold on to that magical line, while clinging on to you. Because I was afraid of being alone, yet again. I was blinded by fear.
So I guess in the end we both lied to each other and to ourselves.
Perhaps one of the reason why I did not want to let you go was because you were the first person in this world who ever said those words to me. And though I did not know how to answer or may not be feeling the same at the time, it felt like a soothing breeze. And I hold on to that magical line, while clinging on to you. Because I was afraid of being alone, yet again. I was blinded by fear.
So I guess in the end we both lied to each other and to ourselves.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Brevity #10: Realization
I have come to realize that perhaps, that glorious word the poets search for—written in the stars, painted between the sky and the ocean, inked among each sentence and paragraph—it is not written in my stars, nor it is painted between my sky and my ocean, though I often inked it among each my sentence and paragraph. Maybe that glorious word, Love, will never come to grace my world.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Brevity #9: Self Fulfilled Prophecy
In a flash,
I was struck
by blindness.
With a blow,
I was hit
by numbness.
I saw the signs.
Silent whispers
fluttered to my ears.
And so it is,
you fulfilled
that expectation.
Or perhaps,
I've fulfilled
that prophecy.
I was struck
by blindness.
With a blow,
I was hit
by numbness.
I saw the signs.
Silent whispers
fluttered to my ears.
And so it is,
you fulfilled
that expectation.
Or perhaps,
I've fulfilled
that prophecy.
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