Someone who loves me
Look at me
At my eyes
My love
Rest your back
Let the aching to unwind
Its been a tough day and you’re torn
It must be so hard to miss the world as you knew
The one so simple and kind.
But truth hurts.
Isn’t?
You stayed up at night longing for an utopia. The world where right and wrong are easily distinguished. The world where kindness thrives. The world where you know what to do. The world that’s gone.
Your mind is spinning to a haze of sand grain. Collapsing, lumping to each other as it is to your soul. You feel misdirected, lost and confused. This storm hits right at the only candle you carry, leaving you blind and scolded. You’re not even sure where you are.
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I am resting. I am letting go. But where would that brings us to?
Surrender is just a word. Its meaningless if we dont put fear to it. But you know how easy it us to hurt even while having someone else around.
I am at my worst. The sky could be bright blue with flowers along the path but what i see is the fire burning through the grass.
Aren’t you afraid of almost everything?
Even love scares me. Loving means letting someone to have the sharpest obstacle-free knife to your heart. That’s when you open yourself, and feelings. You know what they say, those whom you love could hurt you the most. It happens to everyone, even if you’re already used to take on the world single handedly.
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I can’t imagine how you must feel. How it is to feel like your ground is crumbling at once. Falling deep into infinity only to scream without voice.
Your hands grow cold. May i warm it?
I understand.
Live is meaningless and we’re just lost atom seeking solid ground.
So do you.
I wish my love could be your solid ground. Somewhere to take of from and always to land on. You will love me back as much as i want you to grow nurturing others. Your love will set peace and lit fire concurrently. We will guide our own live, i promise.
We won’t be perfect. Sure we will fight here and there but we will learn from it. I’d rather not to fight at all, of course, because seeing you hurt kills me. I don’t like to be hurt either. That’s why its important to be thoughtful of each other’s feelings.
I want to know what you’re thinking. What song is playing on repeat in your head?
Is it The Fray?
Sinatra?
Elvis?
I would love to hear you sing it for me.
Later today, we can sit side to side. You can tell me stories you crafted throughout the day and I’ll tell you mine. Let’s drink hot chocolate under the blanket while watching indoxx1.
You know? Every time i pass someplace interesting, I have you in my head. I’ll put that on the list of places i want to go with you.
Never give up, my darling.
We might haven’t met yet.
But find me.
I’m amidst this chaos.