These memories blanket me like the cosmos above- countless worlds I will never experience. The stars above sparkle like the unsaid words and our broken promises- out of reach yet oh so beautiful.
I have now realized that there is no place in this world for me without you. There is no star where you do not twinkle nor sunflower where you do not blossom. Indeed, I will always carry you with me no matter where I go, and no matter the time.
Sometimes I need my solitude when the battery gets low, when the voices are too loud and when I feel the weight of the world upon my shoulders. We all have our ways of recharging whether it be in shadows or in light.
Sometimes I wake and remember you like a sunflower remembers the sun on a stormy night. Indeed, your sunlight blessed the garden of my soul and left life and joy in its wake. The warmth of your touch, the illumination of your smile blooms a thousand sunflowers that make up this soul.
My heart calls to you, it needs you more than blood. It longs for your smile, for your stories and all of your being. You are my sun, and from this Earth I long for you. So hear this heart calling, and come back into my arms.
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.
The Earth can only contain so much before it bursts open from its volcanoes and geysers, as can a star when it goes supernova. What chance do you have of holding it all in?
I wanted to take care of you as if you were the last sunflower on Earth but winter ravaged this garden. Despite my best efforts, I watched your petals wither before my helpless eyes. It is true that I did not know how to take care of you, but I’ll be ****** if I had not given you my all.
It may not seem like it, but no one, not one person, has their life 100% together. Everyone has their struggles and everyone shows it in different ways.
There are still stars in the sky where you sed to twinkle. Sometimes I am lucky to witness a shooting star when we talk but that is fleeting in an otherwise dead sky.
The last time I saw you, it did not feel the same. I could feel it straight away- you had changed and had already closed the door to what we once were. And alongside me, you left your innocence and who you used to be.
I do not wait for you, but I am all you have and all you will ever know. I can distance you from people, but I can also bring you together. I can heal wounds and I can open up old scars. I am time.
Do you not know that you are mine, and I am yours? That your dreams are mine, and that our hearts beat as one? We may be separated but never apart for we are one in blood, one in soul. Everywhere you go, I go too, We breathe the same air.
The mere act of thinking about you takes me to the cosmos and beyond, that is why I love to write you, all of you, my inspiration and absolute devotion.
I still believe there is a little piece of love that flickers in the centre of your heart- Like an ember struggling to breathe in the heart of a stormy night.
It came like a cloud that appeared out of nowhere, like an unexpected storm upon my shores without warning. One moment there was sun, and the next, darkness.
We have nobody to blame for these feelings but ourselves. How we react depends on how we interpret the situation. Just remember that you are your own source of emotion- the keys to this ride we call life is yours.
Dear Diary; I have concluded that there is no soul left in me- maybe I never had one. All I know is that there are no dreams and no love to be desired.