Cannabalism

You cannot stand on the edge of the world,
without the urge of jumping off.

Oh you cannot love someone wholeheartedly,
without losing yourself somewhere.

Proposal

I seek only your hand out of 6 billion people, and a universe.

You mean something to me.

Air

I miss the way your heart beats next to mine.

And your words like winds tickle my ears as you whisper in the din. I miss holding your hands in a crowd. It transports me to a place where I am alone in the world, with you. The way you touch my soul, and drink the sunlight from my skin.

Your kisses so vividly high.

I even miss the fights. The way you rush out and slam the door. And it infuriates me how easy you walk out. Yet it worries me because I consider, on so many occasions, if the door will ever open again.

You can come back now?

First Love

I'll ask you to remember your first love, and you would smile

because, for a moment before, you had grasped the meaning of life, found the fountain of youth, and are not afraid of anything in the world.

You might be in the hardest time of your life, at gunpoint or at the end of the rope, you would still smile. For all the tender care, the euphoric hope and the warming memories.

And then you realise that that was it. It ended and you're here. Without him. You would break a little here.










Until you realise that your first love lives forever./ In you.

Far

By the time this letter reaches you, I'll be in another country.

I will be in a different dimension, or a different timeline. We could even be separated by death.

Or I could be right beside you.

And still I couldn't reach to you, if I tried.

Chaos

You want the truth? Simple honesty?

I love you.

Not so simple, is it now?

Slave

I admit it too. I am a slave to people's opinions of me.

In return, I lost me in a choice I made to be with someone I never truly loved. On the lonely bed I never rest in.

I wish I was real.

Writing

I met a childhood friend of mine who gave me a serious consideration of doing something I have always wanted to do; publishing.

What I meant is to create a facebook page that links all my blogs, my writings into one. More as mild hobby and to widespread it amongst people who actually like them. The benign ideas for consideration. And a site to know what people think, that would mean a lot to me.

It really isn't for a grab of popularity or monetary gains, just for simple passion. And honestly each likes will be a great motivation.

Do let me know what you think?

Pride

He wrote if we were to love, I will have to cease to exist.

We would become one.