Quarter Past 8

It was quarter past 8 in the evening; the place seemingly surrounded by a diamond-speckled sky…

A subtle breeze bidding the trees good night… A muffled radio playing from a distance, sending soft tones to the young man’s ear…

He is in love.

He was staring at the bright moon, waiting for his fate to arrive when he suddenly felt a drizzle. Will it rain soon?

He looks back at the chandelier lighting the big house, and then he saw her.

She was holding an umbrella but that’s all he could see. The moonlight didn’t seem enough to show her face. Is it her? Is it his fate?

She started walking towards him, her face still hiding from his gaze. The breeze slowly turning into strong wind… It will rain soon.

He remained standing under the dark sky; The drizzle became larger waterdrops.

Before the rain fell, saving him from almost getting drenched, she was there. Right in front of him…

It was his love.

Under the charcoal sky, in the middle of the defeaning rain, he stood there with her.. Her face as bright as the moon, her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

He is in love.

 

Empty or Full

When you give, do you feel empty or full?

Do you feel like you should receive something in return or not? Do you feel like you need to get recognition or, at the very least, a ‘Thank You’?

What we feel after giving tells us what we’re feeding– our pride, our conscience, our heart, our soul.

Nothing wrong with expecting something in return, it’s just that the emptier we feel, the farther we are from feeding our soul.

I guess it is the same when we love?

 

Brokenness

Sometimes you don’t realize how broken you are until people start getting hurt stepping on glass pieces of your brokenness.

Now that you are aware of your brokenness, you hope that someone will pick up your pieces and put you in a place where you can still shine or turn you into a kaleidescope… anywhere or anything but staying scattered on the floor.

 

Love Song for No One

Saturday evening… at the mall… a not so old man playing the piano… the song… My heart skipped a beat… I was floating… 

It reminded me of that perfect love… It was forever… with that someone who is no one… 

Forever doesn’t exist here… while I am awake… 

My no one is someone… residing deep in my thoughts… and only in my dreams… 

where forever is a reality…
08 July 2017

8:30 pm

 

Assumed Happiness

You know Christmas is near when everyone seems to be extra nice, grateful, and #blessed… At least that’s what we see in social media… At least that is what everyone tries to show.

I am not happy… and I don’t want to join those people trying to pretend that they are. I don’t like to pretend…

Apologies for going back with an unpleasant post. I just had to let this feeling out.. And I wanted to get real- it is okay to be sad sometimes, right?