I chose the word to remind myself that I have a control over my brain instead of the other way around.
This time last year, it was raining while the dancing lights kept ablaze. And with cold fingers, I let the breeze seeped in. Since then, winter lives on in me. The snow burns, but it keeps me going; The heart bleeds, but it keeps on beating. The emerald against the blue tapestry. I will remember. … Continue reading A Year After
You can't always be somebody's 'forever'.
Sometimes you're just their 'summer' or their 'little while' ...
Sometimes not even that.
Sometimes the closest you'll get is their 'almost' or their 'maybe'.
And when they leave, the best you can hope for is to be their 'what if' or 'remember when' ...
Because you can't always be somebody's 'forever' ...
even if they were yours.
—The Saddest Truth of All
Neither of you is a mirage. You both live in me with striking intensity.
Why can't I write happy poems? I've realized that we want to get rid of sadness, so we write it down. It will be immortalized in words, sure, but it's a release nonetheless. On the other hand, we want to conceal happiness—inside us. Until we are filled with it. Maybe that's why Lang Leav said that "all sad people write".
This is not to trigger anyone. This is to spread awareness. This is my bleeding heart but hopeful soul. Please stay clean with me.
A collision of music and poetry! I'm in love.
I hear you in those split seconds before fireworks burn into another. Again and again—in between echoes.