Dear Self,<\/p>\n
I want you to recall whats set to end…<\/p>\n
Its been year’s, hasn’t it? Its been week’s since we last met! Its been forever since you felt the adrealine rush. Its been hours since that crush turned into love. Its been minutes since we went our separate ways. Its been seconds before i threw your dear letter to the bottom of our well.<\/p>\n
How many people will stop to console me, let it end? How many more touches of sympathy will I need before I just erupt? How many more tears shall fall on my cheeks before my tears be spent, and I be tearless? How many words so useless will pledge their love to me, till I understand the dear truth of end?<\/p>\n
People will simply die tired of me, consolation will be my last resort and lasting plea. The soft hands that caress my touch shall end now, and die without a thought. Pledges of love, sacred it may, will be the beginning of something less, because the difference was just simple, but complicated you had to be!. We are in dire need for sometime to speak, but where have you jetted off to again?<\/p>\n
The trublence of the plane your feeling as you read my letter, is yet another sign of us on breaking ends. The jabs of pain mimicking their hands caress were the last touches from the wound the collision set forth. Is it me, or are you in the moments of your last wish, last reminise, last breathe before dying, last taste of beauty on this earth? Whats the last regret from you of me? What the last word you beg to say, oh please voice it to me?<\/p>\n
I am standing still wishing I was like this well, humble and dark, silent and yet awakening. The bucket can rise up and down, but weightless and heavy when its wishes to be. I wish to be it. I wish to dry it up. I wish to direct your thoughts to this place the last. I wish for minutes to besiege your dying escape. I wish you die in pain, because…<\/p>\n
Because I missed you dearly. I miss you still. It dosent really mean that I love you . It dosent make things right when they are entirely wrong. It dosent end our figment of love. It dosent bury your corpse with loving hands, it just brings a heart burn to my emotions that wish to stop. It only means that your ending was a birth of me.<\/p>\n
Lastly, and without a hint of tears, are you settled and breathing death? Are you careless, wounded, and whispering whose name? Do you still blame me for falling out of love? Do you still believe that we could really hide our shame? Do you still believe our love was sweet and without pain?<\/p>\n
Answers to my questions will remain unknown, for you have left me here to mourn, the loss of you, the loss of me, the loss of someone bittersweet.<\/p>\n
Yours Truly,<\/p>\n
Never Shall Be
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\nI wanted to post up a doodle, bas my scanner wont care to work for now, so i’ll let it be for another day. Instead i thought of posting up a short writing piece, hope you like it…and tell me do you get what i’m trying to say…anywhoo enjoy this day…:) and i think today my portugal is playing and inshallah they will make me happy and proud of them….but still whatever they bring forth i accept.:P<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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