How long will I continue to give-up little earthly pleasures? How far will it get me through? How grand the risks I’m willing to take?
Is there benefit in which I might indulge after? Or is it those guilty pleasure I got every time I vow that it would be the last.
Let not be viewed as torture, but rather a form of retreat where I disconnect myself with this reality I became used to.
A soulless physicality of the human body. I need to give up something again.
Please explain to me why I live in this part of the world when I want to live on the other side? WHY?!
Just had my heart shattered into million pieces. Why everything is happening? I don’t know how long can I tolerate all the hurt and pain. Slowly killing, stabbing me again and again. I don’t have explanations, I don’t have reasons. How long will I be able to hold on. How long will I be strong.
It has been…
I miss you,
and the conversations we had,
I miss teasing you,
and how you respond.
I miss your silly drawings
and me as your scratch pad
I miss being there
and those late night crammings
I miss walking with you
and those clumsy acts of mine.
I just miss you although now there’s no you.