“In this little gallery inside my heart, I would love to put you in front, and be the center of all.. Because you are my center of all. For me you are a piece of art, carved and detailed into perfection, with no flawed strokes left. Inside of you is a perfect abstract. I don’t know if there is a perfect abstract, but perhaps that kind of art is perfect in the painter’s way of how they perceive things. I want those intricate lines inside you be understood by no one else in this world but me. You are this kind of art that is making my insides spill paints, and mix them into a perfect mess, a beautiful mess.”

still, no language could translate how much I love you.

Speak it out
For they might burst
Say those words
And relieve the thirst

It’s hard to leave words unsaid
So here I am, will make them all said
Will ease all the tightness that had been made
And they’ll all be laid

May this journal be my friend
For this fountain of thoughts will never end

Never been void
Never will be hoard

And may all that I’ll say
will matter and stay

"I will never name you after the sun
After the moon or any star
Not even a constellation or a galaxy
For me, you are more than any"

She's a walking eulogy and only an epitaph is left missing

Let me have you raw like how you made me feel
Let me consume you as how your love consumed me
Let me tear you as how you teared me
Let me take you as how you took everything from me

Earnestly, I once believed to this loving sound
Profoundly, I try to fathom why things fall out
Severely, I always question and bother why
Completely, I was lost in depth but dear I'm found