Someone I keep waiting for. Someone I keep telling myself will come one day and may be show my life to the completion I so desire. A person who will never leave, my forever person_ My Person. Someone God made just for me. Someone flawed in the places I love. Someone who will fill the gaps in me. A breath of fresh air on the brazen hot days of this weary life. Someone who makes you fall in love with the feeling of love and life itself. On some of my worst days, I would just close my eyes and call out to him in my heart, "I know you're out there somewhere. And I know that you yearn for me the same way I do for you. I know I will find you someday." and sometimes I swear I could feel him answering back to me. Other times he seems like mirage I keep running after but he keeps running away from me. I run and I run but there's still no sight of him. But somehow I still keep wondering in this endless miserable desert of life. But then, isn't it good that he is so far a...
"You will always be a scaredy cat sucking up to the shit they throw in your face.", she told herself wipping away tears from her flushed face, wishing she was one of those heartless people who could stomp upon everyone's heart like it was no big deal. Sometimes she wished she could scream right in their faces, the people who looked at her with disgust, spoke to her in angry tones as if insinuating her of her existence. Every step she made, every word she said, she was judged and ridiculed for, no matter how hard she would think before doing it or saying it. No matter how much love she poured upon them or how hard she tried to get their attention, the only attention she ever got was that of disgust. She would always think to herself, "Everything is gonna change one day________or will it not?" With mixed feelings of a determination and doubt, she would pass her days lonely. Quietly working upon her life and herself. Until one day she became someone. Someone who e...
Its was August the 20th when the first wilted leaf of autumn fell in her garden. There was something about the sad atmosphere of Autumn. With every passing minute every colour she liked faded away. And with every fading colour her heart wilted away. She mourned the blossoms she lost, the birds that chirped on her balcony every morning, and the warm and fresh breeze of spring. She missed everthing about it. It was the only season she had known. She had forgotten about the others lost in the beautiful utopia of the "everything pretty season". She had never dreaded Autumn. She had never thought it would come. So when she the wilt appeared she never gave it much thought but when the breeze turn to gusts and and the blossoms started to wither, she realized that it would be soon when all the remnants of the spring will be gone. Even the little things that reminds her of that one beautiful season that she loved once. Moments passed. Seconds turned to minutes minutes to days and da...
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