Looking at the sea, with a clear blue sky, drifted by the cool breeze, hearing the birds chirping, wind blowing, leaves rustling - it's just so calming and peaceful. Being alone is a blessing. Maybe some people would find it weird and eerie but I love the effect it has on me. I missed this.
This must be the beginning of a much more matured perspective. I better do writing rather than talking because I'm not good at it. I should practice to put into writing whatever comes into my mind before I blurt it out and hurt others again.
You know, I sometimes thought of life as an unfair struggle in this universe. People just say whatever they wanted to say not knowing that their words had struck me then just let it pass and forget. But then, when I will be the one to throw some sarcastic remarks, they'd just walk out as if I've made the most heinous crime in this sinful world. Yet, realization hits me that it just proved that people are different in two ways: on how to throw jokes and when to laugh at it. Yes, life is an interwoven fabric of love, joy, madness, pain and shit. But that's the beauty of it.
Life is unfair. But to live fairly is another thing.
But isolation has a negative side effect on me. My mind drifts to this dark and deep hallow space. And every time I find my self in that internal den, I always look for this man. A man who lives in another dimension, a man who is out of my reach. And the news is he's unfortunately committed to someone else. FUNNY ME! I'm in love for THREE DAMN YEARS and he's with someone else. This is the life's greatest joke on me. I keep on crying on it, in my heart.
Yes, it's you! I don't know what's running in your conceited head. I'm trying hard to get over with this emotional torture, but, then you'll just show up and build me up again, bring me to that peak of the unknown and uncertainty. Then leave me hanging there. You're doing this whole thing again. And here I am, naive bitch, falling in love again and again.
When will I get over with your smart mouth, your wicked and witty remarks, your melting compliments, yearning endearments and comforting hello's. Yes, your freaking dominance is so consuming and challenging. It's hard to keep up with you but I'm loving it. You're unpredictable and you just beguiled me.
How could I ever resist your gravity?
This must be the beginning of a much more matured perspective. I better do writing rather than talking because I'm not good at it. I should practice to put into writing whatever comes into my mind before I blurt it out and hurt others again.
You know, I sometimes thought of life as an unfair struggle in this universe. People just say whatever they wanted to say not knowing that their words had struck me then just let it pass and forget. But then, when I will be the one to throw some sarcastic remarks, they'd just walk out as if I've made the most heinous crime in this sinful world. Yet, realization hits me that it just proved that people are different in two ways: on how to throw jokes and when to laugh at it. Yes, life is an interwoven fabric of love, joy, madness, pain and shit. But that's the beauty of it.
Life is unfair. But to live fairly is another thing.
But isolation has a negative side effect on me. My mind drifts to this dark and deep hallow space. And every time I find my self in that internal den, I always look for this man. A man who lives in another dimension, a man who is out of my reach. And the news is he's unfortunately committed to someone else. FUNNY ME! I'm in love for THREE DAMN YEARS and he's with someone else. This is the life's greatest joke on me. I keep on crying on it, in my heart.
Yes, it's you! I don't know what's running in your conceited head. I'm trying hard to get over with this emotional torture, but, then you'll just show up and build me up again, bring me to that peak of the unknown and uncertainty. Then leave me hanging there. You're doing this whole thing again. And here I am, naive bitch, falling in love again and again.
When will I get over with your smart mouth, your wicked and witty remarks, your melting compliments, yearning endearments and comforting hello's. Yes, your freaking dominance is so consuming and challenging. It's hard to keep up with you but I'm loving it. You're unpredictable and you just beguiled me.
How could I ever resist your gravity?
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