I miss you. I miss your smile I miss your smell I miss your kisses. I miss your cheeky grin your sweat your soft lips. Your voice your arms around me your fingers curled around mine tight. Your stare your eyes the intensity. Your shoulder with my head leaning against it. Your hand playing with my hair. Your hand on my leg your offer to help me carry stuff. Your tender look your tight hugs. I miss hugging your arm it makes me feel so safe. I miss holding your hand your fingers playing with mine. I miss you telling me stories being upset with me. I miss you.
Till we see each other again. Stay strong dear heart.
Sunday, October 08, 2017
Wednesday, October 04, 2017
Musings
Humility still isn't my strongest suit. Or is it because I am letting others invade my borders. Remind myself that they meant good. Remind myself to still be myself. Not being not them, but just being myself.
What is being myself though? How do I know I truly love someone?
The thing is, there's no correct answer to the questions above, and it's something that doesn't require thinking. As long as whatever you're doing feels comfortable and feels right, then I guess that's it.
Love is a verb.
There may be days you feel low, there may be days you feel high. But when it comes to loving that special someone, it should be easy.
What is being myself though? How do I know I truly love someone?
The thing is, there's no correct answer to the questions above, and it's something that doesn't require thinking. As long as whatever you're doing feels comfortable and feels right, then I guess that's it.
Love is a verb.
There may be days you feel low, there may be days you feel high. But when it comes to loving that special someone, it should be easy.
Sunday, October 01, 2017
Rush
Can you tell me honestly when was the last time you stop and breathe and stop thinking. Stop thinking of what's going to happen next, stop worrying about whatever had happened before, but just stop and be.
Everyday, I am rushing rushing rushing. Rushing to get things done, meeting deadlines and submitting tasks on time. Everyday is a race against the clock. Everyday wishing for more hours lesser job more time lesser tasks. Everyday praying for the day to end the week to end the month to end because I know when it ends it means I have done that something, but is this a life worth living? Everyday counting down everyday looking forward. The present doesn't seem like such a pleasant place to live in, everyday wishing tomorrow will be better. Why?
What happened to the here and now?
I gotta learn that practice that let that sink in.
Everyday, I am rushing rushing rushing. Rushing to get things done, meeting deadlines and submitting tasks on time. Everyday is a race against the clock. Everyday wishing for more hours lesser job more time lesser tasks. Everyday praying for the day to end the week to end the month to end because I know when it ends it means I have done that something, but is this a life worth living? Everyday counting down everyday looking forward. The present doesn't seem like such a pleasant place to live in, everyday wishing tomorrow will be better. Why?
What happened to the here and now?
I gotta learn that practice that let that sink in.
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