"It's like... um... that new Instagram filter," she said struggling to explain her experience, "the... the one where everything is so colorful and when you take the filter off, it's just a gray world." She further confessed, "this city feels like a happy place when he's here, the sky is bluer, clouds whiter, sun yellower, the trees green, the breeze becomes softer and cooler, a bright cheerful place like you see in your dreams, but when he leaves this city, the grays take over, the dark clouds make their presence evident, the sun becomes merciless, the winds are at extremes, the colors lose the magic, I don't feel like going out."
She stopped for a moment, then with watery eyes, she said, clearly using every last bit of energy left in her to hide her pain, "He's my happy pill. He makes my life brighter."-
Once we didn't have much money, but had craziest fellas who managed to live with an other worldly appetite, devouring every item on the menu of the restaurants that came on our way.
Now we have all the money we may possibly need to satisfy that hunger, but the essence - the company and the appetite - is lost somewhere along the way...-
She woke up with tears in her eyes, wondering why was she crying? "I had a very good dream. Why do I feel sad then?" She thought, perplexed.
She closed her eyes to recall what she saw in that beautiful hallucination.
She saw her, in his arms, in a place dyed green with trees and tinted blue with the harmony of sky and the lake nearby.
She saw herself in his tight, loving embrace; her head on his chest, his chin resting on her head, noone existed in that moment except them...
She opened her eyes, tear drops now turning into evident tear-streams, falling down her eyes with her answer...
It was then that she realised - although her heart was 143 miles away from his, it missed the feeling of love... HIS love! It longed for a hug, it longed for him...
And all she could do was wipe those tears and carry on with her day like nothing happened - another day with a smile on her face despite her crying heart...-
"Now I know why he loves the rain so much!" She said while she sat on the steps, watching the raindrops slowly approaching the earth, making the greens greener and blues bluer, spreading the earthy smell of the mud, calming her thoughts.
In that moment, all she could wish was to have him by her side, sipping tea, watching rain, humming their favorite song.-
It's funny how instant replies can turn into seen messages over a short period of time.
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When people see me hold tight onto that end of the rope, they try to stop me saying, "It's less painful to let go than to hold on so tight and let your hands bleed!"
But what they fail to understand is that maybe...
Maybe the hands holding the other end so weakly is everything I have, everything I care for, and everything that I need.
Maybe if I let go, I will have nothing or no one to call mine.
Maybe if I loosen my grip, I'll fall off the clip, into the valley of eternal darkness.
Maybe if I stop holding it so tight, the person on the other hand will just walk away, never noticing my fall.
Maybe, I want those hands to hold back tighter.
Maybe I wish to get back the days when the rope was held so tight, with no distance between the ends.
Maybe bleeding hands are much less painful than a bleeding heart.
But everytime I try to express, I run out of words, I get tired of explaining and all I can do is shake my head and smile. Cause honey, this rope has a meaning much deeper than it shows.-
Men don't express, men don't share how they feel.
Men don't cry, their emotions ain't a big deal.
Men should carry the responsibilities on their shoulders.
They shall cross the path, not complain about the boulders.
You've expressed and showed and shared your feelings,
You've had deep conversations with me about your healings.
You've been responsible and humble,
You've let me walk with you and you've hold me whenever I stumble.
You're the manliest of men I've ever come across,
You are the best at being yourself ofcourse.
The society has got nothing better to do but criticize,
They're never going to find a man like you, to be precise.
To the most humble, sensible, loving, caring and selfless being, I say
You do you honey, Happy Men's Day!
P.S. You got my back, I got yours. Won't let you feel alone and lost.-
She rushed into the bathroom, all these people around her were a little too much to handle.
She wanted to escape. She wanted to go somewhere...
Somewhere she can zone out, stay alone.
She turned the shower on and put on the only song she's been holding onto for months now...
🎵Please give me a Remedy~~~~~~🎵
As the singer hit the high note, she let her heart go free...
As if her it was longing for this part of the song, her heart danced so gracefully with the melody...
With the ending note she realized she could not let go off this weight;the weight she willingly carries - the weight she won't call a burden; for after the dance, her heart came back where it was and brought along all the feelings she tried to escape... The only difference was that this time, they were stronger than before.
Sometimes, it's impossible to let some feelings go. They are held back by some most beautiful and precious memories and those memories, those life saving memories, are everything a person has...-
What is it that makes you feel serene?
The thing that calms you down,
And destroys your strongest frown,
The thing that soothes your soul,
And makes your heart feel whole.
The thing you search when fear comes by,
Or when you are afraid to go ahead and try,
The thing you need when your mind is unformed,
When you're stuck thinking: "What if it all goes wrong?"
Hushing my inner screams, drying my every tear,
I'm in Zen; when he says, "Don't worry, I'm right here!"-
Lockdown got people closer to their family.
But still to you, I want to flee.
We'd be watching shows or rather,
Just playing games; no bother,
Cooking food together,
Surfing internet: one thing or other,
Talking nonstop to each other,
Pulling pranks on one another,
Or simply doing nothing, together!
Maybe that's because YOU are my family, my peace,
My dream, my wings.
Maybe you're the angel that's holding my heart's strings.
Maybe you're my addiction, my habit, my greed,
But Baby, you're the only one I need.
And yes, I can't stand this distance any longer,
But Baby, my love for you is only getting stronger.-