Don't let me close my eyes- wake me if I do, even if I am dreaming because no dream can compare to the one I lay beside. I want to dream of you with eyes wide open.
It’s mostly silence and sorrow between us now. We’re not lovers anymore, but we will always have this miracle between us, the kind that only angels know when the heavens glance upon her celestial face.
There is nothing I can say to make you want to stay. Nor will staring at our photographs or replaying our shared laughs. Nor will reading your horoscopes or your old envelopes. All I can do is to move on and hope that you are gone.
The night has a way of stirring the mind and memory. Silence and shadow dance to the rhythm of nostalgia and everyone who held and broke this heart flash before my my eyes. Which of them will I take as my muse tonight as I put pen to paper? Shall it be the one who hurt me, the one I loved or the one I thought I forgot about so very long ago.
I want to gather all of our love and plant it into our Earth. I want to watch what grows and nurture it with my life. Only the sweetest flowers will bloom- they will grow so high that even the skies will sing their praise. Let us never stop expanding this vast garden of love.
Oh Chai, you cleanse this soul. Your warmth rushes through this body on the way to this frozen heart. So sweet you are, I need you every night. Oh Chai, it's you that makes me feel alright.
It's late at night, I don't know what to write. There's a hint of chai in the air to chase away the despair. With Chai as warm as can be, how could I not feel glee? I pick up the pen and close my eyes- it's just me, my Chai and the night skies.
I couldn't see it, love had blurred my vision but the warning signs were as clear as day. Then you let me go, and suddenly, I could see again but it was too late.
Dear diary; Once again, I am shutting myself away to give myself a chance to heal. I find nothing but pain and sorrow outside these walls that have served me well too many times before.
Is 'hollow' an emotion? It is thought of as feeling nothing, but isn't that enough to warrant an emotion? Maybe we need a better word for what this feeling of hollowness really is- is it not something we can feel deep within our gut? Is there such thing as an emotionless state of being or is the only way to achieve that in death?
What was once a mighty continent. Like the land we shared, this heart was torn in half. Now we are but two islands drifting further away upon the solitary sea.
I lost count of how many times you said "forever". How many promises of forever have I heard? I think I have lost count. Promises break faster than a glass heart and I'm tired of picking up the pieces.
From the beginning, I knew our time was limited but that did not stop me from choosing you. Perhaps I thought and hoped that the more times we said 'I love you', the greater the chance that we would make it.