And I beg to disagree when you said that love shouldn’t be feared because it is.
Love makes you feel something that you haven’t even felt before. It makes you think if feeling it was normal. It makes you think that you are acting crazy. It makes you do stupid stuff. It makes you do crazy things. Things you aren’t even aware of that you would do just to see that person smile.
Now tell me, is love something to be feared?
In response to: Disagree
Waking up without you here by my side is being in a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. But how could I, when it’s a reality that I keep waking up from?
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.
In response to: Darkness
-This Is What Darkness Promised
I held you close to my heart,
So I know it’s true,
The love I have for you is pure,
But you never seem to notice,
Never even cared,
As we were just destiny’s threads,
Within enough proximity but never intertwined.
In response to: Prophecy
The first time that I laid my eyes on you, somehow it was natural for me to love you. Like everything that has happened, ends up with me being in love with you. Like you’re the only one person I see. Like you were just meant for me. Like it was only natural for me to write about you and only you. But maybe it was natural for you too; not knowing my existence, as I am just a speck if dust in your world. not knowing that there’s a person out there who loves you, quietly, wishing for you to notice that I exist.
In response to : Natural
I’m a girl who uses informal English language when it comes to blogging. I use a lot of run on sentences and fragments and I’m aware of these mistakes that I make. You can blame me but I guess, I express myself better that way.
I’m a run on sentence that doesn’t know how to stop and an incomplete idea of who I really am. I’m a fragment that’s not yet finished, still finding ways to express myself better. I’m everything in between phrases and sentences hoping that one day like a sentence, I’ll be complete.
But for now, bear with me as I go on my journey, trying to be complete.
Happy one year anniversary to my blog. I hope that you guys will stay with me ’til the end. 🙂
“I’m a mess”
“You are my mess”
“An ugly mess”
“My beatiful mess