when the same thing keeps going on a loop in your mind you forgot that how much time have past as you stood there, unknowingly. while your finger began to wrinkle from the long shower and your thoughts began questioning you…
Why is the pain of yours felt so small compared to the problem of the world?
Have you met someone which seems perfect for you but you know it’s not going anywhere? How could he/she be perfect if there’s something amiss?
Would you cut your hair for him to like you? Would you pierce your ears to be like him? Would you write a song about him and sing it all over radio? Would you paint your nails in his favourite colour so that he could hold you? Would you buy his prefered scent so that he would smell you and not other girls? Would you lose weight to fit his clothes and pants? Would you fight with him to make him beg for you? Would you disappear to make him realise how you matter to him? Would you? Would I?
I am not sure how much I would go. But if I did, I must have fall in love.
And that action itself, as disillusion and childness it is… Could, coincidently, also… be the most endearing and intoxicating feeling.
Black beauty. Life is a beautiful mishaps like what Bryan always say.
Trust is like… how one learns to swim for the first time.
First of all, one needs to accept water, the new medium. Accepting is something not everyone is able to do, sometimes it’s not that you don’t trust the person but you failed to believe you can trust the person. Like me, I ended up not knowing how to swim properly. Perhaps because i never trusted the water. Not that the water is not safe but because I failed to believe that I could float in a medium that i’ve not experience before.
Relationships are like water. Too much heat, it evaporates Too much cold, it freezes and break What we aim to achieve is to maintain it at a liquid state. Immersing ourselves in an experiential realm of movements with a different gravity and space. Then we are able to fall in the water without believe that we will drown.
Trust is accepting the new relationship. It takes more than just one practice to make it perfect, It takes a lifetime to even get one to believe in you, Ask yourself, if you are ready to accept. Else you’ll just keep depending on the float.
To trust me is to trust yourself.
Remove the float and open your arms Swim and drown, if may and must. The desire to conquer the new medium is when trust is at it’s maximum
I’ve lost the power to write. for the life i lead now, with you, even when you are in my arms, while your skin stuck to mine, and your words immersed in my soul, perpetually, i don’t get it, in fact, it is just bruises after bruises, and a tinge of shame, i should get it, but boy, why did my heart still felt unattended? Have I lost the power to feel? Indeed, I’ve lost all of it.