stripped.
There’s nothing better than listening to One Republic in the dead of the night.
When someone important is now on her way to being thousands of miles away from me.
When everything and every breath just seems so wrong.
And the only thing that keeps me sane is asleep.
It’s like a blanket. Every senses are muffled. And all I feel is what’s left inside me.
Just pure, raw feelings.
Unfiltered.
Splayed out on the bed, those damp, musty feelings.
And sometimes I’d stare at them for what seemed like eternity, not knowing what to do with them.
I’m totally clueless. Like a duck gifted with the ability to play the cello.
when the hydrochloric acid in your stomach threatens to spill.
There’s always the time when you are sick but you have some responsibility you can’t possibly put down.
That day is today.
>.<
how would you find the strength to wrestle it off?
When reality crumbles,
and menace creeps up on you,
forces you into the shadowless corner,
then tightens its grip against your throat,
where would you find your lighthouse amidst the dark?
.
* * *
I dreamt of her again last week.
It’s her, yet I know it’s not her. I don’t know how, but yeah.
I crave for the companion she was, yet they are not ready to let go yet.
I do not know why I could move on easily sometimes.
I mean, I move on, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss her. It doesn’t mean I don’t value her anymore.
I still do, but I’ve long accepted the fact that I’ll no longer be able to see her. That I’ll only have memories of her.
I don’t know how I do it, but yes, I move on pretty quickly.
Sometimes I’m not even sure whether that’s a good thing or not, you know, people might perceive it as heartless or something.
I seriously crave for her companion sometimes.
choices. decisions. to hell with it.
The wind roared. Yet it did not sway the thin little girl.
She looked left and right, both roads stretched to infinite. Her brows creased with indecision.
Which should she choose?
