Your touch sent shivers throughout my entire existence,
and I thought, "Oh, things won't be the same anymore."
When you kissed my breast,
I thought, "So love could feel cold and empty."
When you kissed my lips, I felt so alone in the world.
Then I thought of all these thoughts.
And each were filled with you, and yet why,
in this world that I am in,
you are not here with me?
Song published by alona chemerys
If a stranger comes knocking into my door,
I will open the door thinking it will be you
and break my heart.
If a stranger comes into my home, I will welcome him in thinking it will be you
and break my heart.
If a stranger somehow finds his way into my heart,
I will love him thinking it will be you
and break my heart.
I will break my heart and break my heart
until the stranger will finally be you.
I wonder how all these words and images fit in a brain.
Through the eyes, a head could only physically fit two fists at most.
Yet it carries with it such unbearable thoughts that could sway or strike another.
Feeling sad? Don't fight it. Wallow in your sadness. Then harness all of those feelings and write, draw, paint, etc. Turn it into something that could make you feel proud or happy.
So many tomorrows
fill our time, but
how do I know
that in one of these tomorrows,
you will not leave me?
Sometimes it's too much and we need help. But when she needed help, there wasn't anyone there, so she searched further and found it. She found help from a stranger. One look and she knew that she was in danger, but she had to be brave if she wanted a hand. An hour later, after a refreshing shower and a change of nice, clean clothes, he arrived ready to help. At first she thought she'd go bra-less because who cares; she's an adult. She welcomed the stranger and told him to get comfortable. But as soon as he stepped foot in the room, she knew she needed another layer of protection, so she grabbed a bra lightning fast and put it on in the bathroom. She sent a quick text to her best friend. Then she heard a knock. She felt slightly afraid, so she searched for a possible weapon. However, she realized, she's an adult and she can handle having someone over just like all the other kids, so she collected herself and went out of the bathroom, only to find him waiting right outside the door.
He took care of me so much so that I could never leave him.
So that I would depend on him and only him.
So that I would entrust my heart in his hands and leave it there caged by his fingers.
And I did love him.
I really did.
But all I could ever do was watch him in my mind.
For there he stays and there he lives.
It was a cold and dark night. Tom stood naked and shivering; dangerously exposed in the vast space of an endless grass field. The cruel cold and emptiness around Tom had him feeling like his body was not physically present and that he was nothing but a mind wandering around. The grassland stretched as far as his eyes could see and in a moment he suddenly saw a flash of his future - or what he would like his future to be. In it was a wife carrying an infant boy with bowl-cut black hair and fair skin. The mother and child were looking into each other's eyes and giggling then soon after, they each stole a glance towards Tom's direction. At first, Tom did not realize that he was the father and husband to the child and mother, but when they looked at him with smiles on their faces, he was filled with so much love that it overflowed and spilled and spread all over his body to the tips of each of his fingers and toes until he almost cried. There was no way to explain how Tom felt in that moment standing in the cold while witnessing a small portion of his future. After seeing how much warmth is present in his life in the future, Tom felt as if the cold became so painful and the emptiness became unbearably lonely.
Hey! I'm M and this is my page titled "Crazy but Cozy". Going with the flow is supposed to be a cool phrase, but it isn't always a good or responsible thing to do. And yet here I am, and I've been going with the flow since I was born.