We are repeating yet fleeting, estranged remnants, together alone. It was the strangest feeling. To be married. To be chosen. To share life. The one place you are supposed to matter most only to become a ghost. To be forgotten. To disappear into the wallpaper and tapestry, not in a woven way but in a painted to look like it way. And if you stay long enough, no longer reflected in their eyes, you will forget yourself too. The dissolution of my geography. My fault lines slowly became riddled with fissures until one day the area between my ******* collapsed in to a sink hole.
I try to make a point in any relationship not to call names or threaten the relationship. I feel like if something occurs that makes you feel bad then you should talk about it. Things left unsaid create resentment. There are ways to communicate without having to make the other person feel like less. When respect and care are not given it chips away slowly at the other person.
paano ko nga ba kinolekta ang mga ala-ala? sa piraso ng bato? sa piraso ng kahoy o halaman? siguro sa simoy ng hangin at lasa ng pagkain? hindi naman kaya sa kalampag ng mga musika? wala nga sigurong batayan wala ring katapusan ang pagkolekta ng mga ala-ala nakagawian ko na itong gawin noon pa kaya kahit na ubos na ang mga bato kahoy at halaman kahit na said na ang bakas sa simoy ng hangin at lahat ng pagkain manahimik man ang indayog ng musika hangga't hindi pa nauubos ang mga naipong lakas na magdadala ng mga lipas na gunita ng galit at takot ng lungkot at tuwa makababalik pa rin ako saan man magpunta
There is no real end to anything... Every thing remains in bits and pieces... Whether it be the remnants of fallen leaves or the ancient ruins of a castle... The charcoal still emits a hint of amber... Even when the fire has died down... The heart still beats the tune of the faint remembrance of a loved one...
Some things always remain in small bites thus... Maybe in the hope of wanting to be awakened...once again!
It is a universal truth that we cannot put an end to anything... We can lessen the pain... Transport ourselves to a new world... But still the memories live on... And will forever!We just need to come in terms with them,accept them and move on...Just wanted to leave you with this thought! Thank you for reading this! ❤
my heart was hammered a couple times, of a few lovers who knew bittersweet crimes, even with these remnants, I want to bet on uncertainty I want to learn how to love again - fearlessly even in adversity.
When I poise myself to smile and simper, your bitter shadow fills my mouth and makes me shudder. When I ascend the steps to my royal quarters, I trip on the memory of your presence by my side. When I lay in bed, artfully sprawled across the velvet sheet, your forceful weight crushes my limbs and my lungs. When my eyelids flutter shut, intent on transporting me to dream-land, all I see is your divine, ethereal face. When I fall in love, I am eager to forget and begin anew with my sweet knight in disguise, but your crestfallen expression slows my pace.
I may be free of you and your enchantment, your enthralling spell, but by the gods, Villain - I couldn't protect it all, and so you have stolen my grace.
The remnants of memories can be so addictive like 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, and you, alone in dark place 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦, longing to walk by the shore, to feel 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦, to listen 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 until the dawning light appears before your eyes, to find an escape for you are caught 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.