I want to fucking scream, let the world know, I am thankful for the love it held back from me. For so long I stared those bougainvillaeas and ixoras and hated the way this world is. It's too fucking cold, too lonely, loveless and tiring. I used to want to knock on doors and see if I could replicate affection. I was naive then.
I am naive now.
I am naive now.
This universe's sense of humour if anything, is vile. I could have sworn there is just too much being held from me only because I can't tangibly interpret their physical manifestations. To me, everything slips away and eludes. Even the love I want, so near, so in reach, is a mirage. I am scared of floating away. Not much could keep me grounded. I want to see this world with someone new but I am scared you'd show me the same
Sure, there were blessings that were kept away, silently tucked into a mason jar, floating relentlessly in the Aegen, but, how much of it is a disguise?
Sure, there were blessings that were kept away, silently tucked into a mason jar, floating relentlessly in the Aegen, but, how much of it is a disguise?
