I never thought waiting can be this painful.
It's like looking to the abyss,
ready to welcome the unknown.
How long will I wait?
Can I endure standing for a decade?
Can I just sit here under the moonlight and meet the next sunrise?
Can I swim for awhile and explore the depths of my thoughts?
I always thought I have been patient enough,
but my anxiety tells me that I am not.
So to live again, I need to breathe and endure the length of waiting.
beautiful and warm,
like how it burns my eyes.
Mesmerized by the yellow-orange hues of his charms. ☀️
I want to be like a sunset.
Hopeful and calm,
Brave and prayerful,
beautiful and positive for the next sunrise. ☀️
I have been suffering from sunburns.
Sunburns that I call "missing you" syndrome.
I have been feeling the scorching heat of the Sun
and the burning sensation on my skin.
It's not the kind of warmth that I miss.
I could not reach the Sun.
He is far. He is vibrant, fiery and hot.
I could not gaze at him on his blazing peak.
I looked down in tears.
I miss him, I am trying to say it,
but all I can do is to swallow my words and get burned with my own longing.
Sunburn, sometimes it's on my skin.
Most of the time, it's the Sun that I am missing. ☀️
A stop that my heart know.
Where I said goodbye, I have to go.
A stop that my mind could remember.
Where he held me gently and kissed my temple.
I am not drunk, I was sober.
He poured too much butterflies in me that made me tremble.
You are the sun rising on the first day of spring,
where flowers bloomed in me.