My Obsession

I am obsessed in being whole for I am nothing more than shards of broken pieces, trying to fit together, trying to make sense, trying to put back what was broken.

But I guess, I can’t be whole again. Not when I’m thinking like this. Not with this heavy feeling in my chest that bothers me. Not when I’m letting my sadness define me.

Yes, I am sad, perhaps even clinically depressed. I find socializing a little bit tiring and draining. I am stressed with academics and there isn’t someone that I can talk to. I try to act that everything’s fine but I’m really not. I was so close to breaking down the other day. This is why I need to learn to love myself and for that I am obsessed in feeling whole, in loving myself, and finding happiness.

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Eternal Sadness

There was nothing more profound than the sadness that she felt. It was as vast as the sky, as deep as the sea and as dark as the universe.

How can she walk around pretending she’s fine, trying not to let anyone see that all she want to do was breakdown. She tries.

She tries because they expected her to be strong. They expected her to be more than what she really is. They expected and she complied.

But at the end of the day, there was no one by her side to tell her that it’s okay to feel a sad, that it’s okay to cry. Because all she has is her self.

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This Is What Darkness Promised

I used to walk into the light where everything was pure and as white as snow; where everything was clean and good. I used to know the brightness like it was a part of me. It almost felt like I can’t exist without it. It seemed surreal. But with everything that lightness has given me, I can never call it home.

One day, I was walking in a place unknown where I met darkness. Darkness promised me that I will never be alone for he will always be by my side. Darkness promised me a home where I belong. Darkness promised me the cold dark truth than to feed me with stupid lies. Darkness promised that forever he’ll stay and I decided to hold on to that promise — a promise of reality.

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-This Is What Darkness Promised

Author Update ~!

Hi, hi. This is Azarella, the author of the blog. I would just like to extend my gratitude to everyone who’s reading my blog and especially leaving comments, liking my posts and encouraging me to keep on writing. You all made me very happy. And you inspired me to keep on writing.

P.S. I’m working a new project for my blog right now. I hope you’ll like it, once I post it. (Hint: involves poetry and black) 😉

Well, that’s all for now. Ciao~

Tourist In A Familiar Land

The way your eyes meet mine,
Somehow lost its depth,
The way your hands lingered on my skin,
Like I’m something you’re afraid to touch,
The way you say my name,
Seems like it’s leaving a bitter taste.

Is this what it feels like?
To be a tourist in a familiar land?

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