chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards
Tag: old days
meet them.
If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
Apologies
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
dear old friend(s)
To whom it may concern,
We don’t quite talk anymore and that’s okay. For the whatever the reason, I appreciate you all regardless. Thank you for the laughs we shared. Thanks for the tears we shed. Thank you for being your absolute selves. I couldn’t have asked for better companions to accompany with on this journey called life. Despite the distance that now stands between us, I’ll hold you all close in memory. Always.
To wherever you are in the world, hope you are all well.
el dorado
Bliss with a little bit of chaos amidst love. Caressed with sunburnt ignorance under the guise of romance. Left with wounds that fail to close.
your song
Your song, which I can only imagine would sound like an open flowerbed in the dusk of summer. The kind you’d often find yourself frolicking in where the air is clean and the petals stretch multiple miles, far outside the reach of vision.
Your song sounds what a tropical forest smells and some odd way taste like, with all its fruit and rainwater bliss. The kind that is rich and flavorful. Wildlife and all.
Your song, to me, is what I’d often catch myself playing on repeat to the end of all my days; a wonderful tune.
Getting it.
I’m a strong believer that we, as people, won’t really get it. From the time we can conceive our own thoughts to the last puffs of the air we breathe. No matter how established we consider ourselves, there’s always hints of ignorances within us. Life is given to us without much of a blueprint to see what works and doesn’t. We can try, but for only so long. Ya know?
distance
I’d bargain that there’s such thing as emotional travels. When you’ve gone far out, there’s no way in finding your way back to place you once were. Metaphorically-speaking of course.
Pre-World
I wish we could get back a normal world. If “normal” ever was such a thing. Who would’ve thought I would miss seeing whole faces. The kinds you’d catch a glimpse of every so often. Beautiful strangers. Interesting faces, different from our own in every way. Eye-contact these days don’t feel as intimate as they once used to be.
white ferrari – frank ocean
What a song to listen to while the days go by. Nostalgia fastened on your psyche to remind you of the good times. You’ll come to know today will be a moment in which you’ll return to.
To you someday, old friend.
I haven’t forgotten. Time may have worn out our thread, but, pieces of it remain close by. The jagged path we climbed is one that is hard to fathom, but one that taught some needed lessons. Unconventional I know, but I feel a calm from it all.
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