the way you love, the way you laughed and how you hurt.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
A Night
Sometimes there are nights when I finished all my work, all my books, listened to all my songs. On these nights, I realised with a jolt that these are the things that kept me company all this while. Without them I realise the truth:
I have always believed that nobody is alone out there, and even if your hands lack the warmth of another, in that singular moment, someone out there is thinking of you.
A concept of possibilities
This serves as my personal reminder, when my heart is dried out by the day. When I need comforting words from myself; this is my self-love.
May this also find you as a saviour, or maybe just a gentle hug. Most of all, when all else fails, may this be my love to you too.
22/01/2010
A Beckoning of Sorts
Your thoughts are worth more than a Penny, but if that can't be save, then let me listen to you still:
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