The 4 am drive to the airport Sealed with melancholy and unbarring silence. Sweaty hands interlocked; Afraid to let go. For two hours of staying wide awake wasn't enough to absorb the repercussion we would soon be battling with. And the new faces are just a mirage, collected stories and memories still imprinted in closed notes; the counted days of our momentary bliss. The wait never felt like a burden, rather worth the wait to enjoy our last bite of meal. Tight hugs and kisses, as I walked through the door with my bags and suitcases, Never thought one day, that was the final draft of our story for five years back.
"No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories." ~ Haruki Murakami ❀
Teach me how to love Mama As you cradle me in your loving arm. Teach me how to feel the pain in this fragmented mortal realm Where love decayed and a wistful nostalgic era replays On the mind of every human; To dwell in peace. Teach me how to face the music Mama In life's journey as I embark on my coming days. Teach me how to put myself to sleep Mama When you'll be gone The days won't be the same anymore. #RitzWrites
In the land of strangers and suspense, air filled with excitement to explore what lies ahead, may I find my path with you to hold me when I am lost. May you be my guiding light to lift me when I fall and begin again where we've left.
" Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.." ~ Robert Browning ♥
Sweet revolution on your tongue Loosing the urge to run. Escape and savor the moment of bliss Dwelling in peace. Insanity awaits flooding into our soul; Futile to resist As we embrace and fingers trace The goosebumps on my skin Like a blind man reads braille. Carpe Diem!
After seeing her stars and collection of astronomy posters, Ellis once asked if she wanted to be an astronaut. She simply replied, “What would be the point? It wouldn’t be any different than watching it on television.” Ellis found this to be a pretty daft assumption but couldn’t find any real reasoning to contest it. This memory came back to him. He attempted to empathize a second time as he stared at the ceiling stars when the idea of the glass of an old television mimicking the glass of a cosmonaut’s helmet came to him. As he peered through the glass, it became apparent it wasn’t that being in space didn’t feel real, but that the television was more real than people gave it credit. Even other screens, which rarely projected the experience of walking around living, felt more real than reality. One doesn’t need to travel to see the world, and one doesn’t need to be near someone to feel close to them. A line that has always be present, that very glass pane, began to weaken. Ellis began to notice a headache as he traveled down the cavernous hole of existential metaphysics. He looked down at Ada. This vision had blurred unknowingly while lost in thought, and he frantically attempted to re-establish himself as a being existing in this plane of reality.
I don't got a heart I got a punching bag Come and hit it if you with it It won't make me sad- der As a matter of fact it won't even make mad Girl I got a punching bag Rolling down Ocean soon we'll be blunt smoking Toking, you know that talk that I'm talking She a stoner like me, yeah she rolling easy Riding with me for the time being She has got my heart beating She has got my bag swinging