All But A DreamThere was a life like no others that just seemed to captivate every single part of my soul. I could never pin point as to why it was this other life did such a thing to me. It was as if I was in a dream whenever it was that I was in their presence. I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. I never wanted to escape the dream. I never wanted to wake up. I wanted to be blinded by a passionate love that I could not lose...But alas, I awoke...and it was all but just a dream.
So here's the thingI really think you are a beautiful human being, and nothing’s going to change my mind about that no matter what you do. Perhaps I say that often to you, but it is true. Some say that this love is the love that blinds me, but I say that it is a love that opens my eyes to a whole new world of life…a better world.
A LifeThere is a life that came into mine. A life that I could not bear to see slip out of my own anymore. A life that I cherish deeper than my own. A life that I have a passion for. A life that I love. And that life belongs to you. That is something that I cannot deny.
KnowI want you to knowthat it doesn't matterwhat happened in the past.Because the only thing that mattersIs we're here together.I want you to knowthat I'll always be right here for youNo matter what happensI'll always be by your sideTo take care of you no matter whatI want you to knowthat I care for you deeplyyou've given me so much hopein life itself.I want you to knowthat even all the songs I'll writeNot a single one of themcould ever repay youfor all the things you've done.And I want you to knowthat I will always love youfor better and for worse...
The Moment We MetFrom the moment I met you…I knew that you would be the one. I knew you would be the one who would be there for me every step of the way-through darkness and through times of joy. I knew that you would be the one who would care for me as much as I care for you-which is something I rarely find in others. From the moment I met you, I knew that it was going to spark something grand-something extraordinary, and it has. For now it is that I have found that I cannot even see a life without you by my side anymore. For now it is that I have grown to need your love. For now it is that I have unconditional love for you. From the moment I met you, I knew that the journey that you and I both would share would just be the beginning…and this kind of journey that you and I share now is the only kind of journey I could ever see us sharing. For it is that our journey will continue to deepen our love for one another, and I can only hope that it gets to the point that our love for one another
HeartI will give my heart to you, but in return all I ask is that you don't break it.
ii.You stitch seams. You know how to stitch your skin together after your dad hits you. Your mother taught you what thread is best for fixing yourself. She taught you in the way of you had to learn yourself because she never did it for you. She is your homeostasis. Your father keeps your blood running. Your father buys you makeup because you have to cover the bruises.You love your parents.You seal every cut that you make with clear nail polish because it's cheap and it stings and it's toxic and maybe you'll die faster. Your mother taught you how to paint your nails before she taught you how to keep yourself from landing on the floor after every hit. The more you cut the less you bleed. The hair doesn't even grow back anymore. The cells have begun to protest the abuse like the way you do not. You love your parents. They provide you with everything you could ever want. There are three basic human needs, your AP
The Real YouDay after day, you busy yourself with things that you enjoy, hobbies that make you content, spend time with people who make you laugh. Your friends see you smile and love the sunshine it brings to them, and you yourself are glad you could give them happiness. They see you as someone to turn to when they need to be reminded that life isn't so bad, that there is a way to express joy through the hard times, and they thank you for helping them, even though it seems like you were doing nothing but being yourself. But it was being yourself that spread those smiles to others, wasn't it? A chain reaction caused by the simple act of your own face preforming the ever so contagious grin. They see you as carefree, jubilant, energetic, and nothing seems to bother you. You love when people tell you you've made them smile, and it makes you smile, glad to know that you brought them happiness.Then you remember who you really are. You remember that they've never seen the real you. You remember that the
Open Letter You and I are very rare. Third generation Asian-Canadians makes up less than 1% of the total population. From an early age we learned to wear three masks like Nezha. I am Canadian. Je suis Canadien. 我是加拿大人。 The grass gives off a crimson light on either side and I’ve been trying to stay safe in the the sidewalk between them but I’m at the edge. Or maybe I’ve already fallen off and I’m just a being of nothing nothingness. I’ve already gotten accustomed to being in nothingness. Been reading Descartes and Kierkegaard and I can’t fathom the mathematics behind happiness. Two fugitives ran away from home and conceived
sadness when my mind is unmappedsadness.when my mindis unmapped.continuos plans and goalsmappeople and noiseunmapa well designed teambalances imbalancesbut my mapped mindis peace to meDeviantArt the beneficiaryof a life long collaborationof mind mappersmappingare you under it?or, is it under you.it is coming.surrender your beliefsopen your minddiscomfortingis the idea
Trinity I find myself by circumstance at a loss. Bereft of words plentiful and meaningful enough to utter the praises that all of you so rightly deserve. I have but one opportunity to express just how much you have come to mean to me and why. The clock faces me, oblivious to my frustration while every tick serves to repeat the same reminder. You are running out of time, it says. You had best hurry if you want to meet this deadline. I thought of writing a series of poems, each one a tribute to the ones I admire and have come to love. Even then, the words just couldn't come out. I thought of creating six word stories, one for each person. Again, the words would not manifest. How to sum up in six words all that you have done and continue to do to this day? At length, I decided to simply write out how I feel in a letter of sorts. And even with an unlimited word count, I would struggle for days, weeks even to reach out to all of those I have befriended
Me enamoreMe enamoré de ella de forma lenta y sin darme cuenta.Primero: Conociendo sus facetas traviesas y divertidas.Después, conociendo aquella parte; esa parte de ese bello ser humano que nunca nadie había podidotener el privilegio de conocer.Me enamoré de ella, lento; y después de forma abrupta y fuerte.Fue sin querer. Sin que ella lo pensara y sin que yo quisiera…Simplemente pasó.Ella me enamoró; con sonrisas, con lágrimas, palabras y compañía. Ella me enamoró con besos, caricias y miradas. Ella me enamoró; con silencios, regaños y abrazos… Ella simplemente se entregó a mí con el temor latente de lastimarla; con ese temor que todo ser humano, que todo individuo tiene al correr el riesgo de enamorarse, pese a todo eso; ella se enamoró de mí.¿Cómo es posible? ¡Qué se enamore de alguien como yo!De alguien tan obsesivo con detalles pequeños y minuciosos.
on breaking and unbreakingand play your favourite song on repeat, on stereo, in the car, through your headphones, blast it loud and whisper it through speakers, the song that you would listen to when crying, when your tchaikovsky of a heart is splintered into pieces, the song that connects you to a hundred, a thousand other splintered hearts, and keep playing it, keep playing it until you write it when you're waiting for the bus, lyrics on skin, until you sing it in your sleep, until your mind flinches away from that first opening sequence, until the words are sour in your lovely, lovely mouth, until the sound of it brings your splintered heart to life just so it can refuse to beat in time to the music.and once you have done this, remember how you loved it. and remember how they loved you. and remember that you haven't really changed, and the music hasn't really changed, but it isn't the right song anymore. it isn't the one you play when you're crying or when your heart is splintered.remember when your heart
Dear Ex,My heart overflows with gratitude to you for the wonderful way that you've been treating me since our breakup. The past months have been truly enlightening, and the gifts that you have given to me have warmed my heart, strengthened my spirit, and broadened my mind. First, I must thank you for ignoring me, especially for passing me straight on the street, staring at your shoes as if you hadn't seen me there, even though I had been walking so close to you that our shoulders would have bumped each other, had there been only a foot's less distance between us. The time without you has forced me to reach within myself for the companionship and encouragement that I needed to press on. It has proved to me that you weren't as much as I had made you out to be, and enabled me to learn to carry on without you. You taught me a lot about putting others before myself, versus knowing when to put myself before others.Secondly, I am grateful for your petty arguments, demanding my attention while
Foolish Lament Of MineHandsome as the fairy-tale person you would never expect to meet-- Bowing before me as if I were his Queen, not a princess. Lips as pink as a rose; eyes green as the beautiful emeralds on the necklace of a king, yet his posture so correct and poise you would have to see it to believe my every note..When I was writing this, did I imagine the man I started talking to months ago or did I imagine Tamaki from the romantic school comedy anime.... All these qualities I was listing in this romantic series I had written almost a year ago, and the qualities I listed in my heartbox that's underneath my dresser (that I've yet to bury in the backyard), they had come true... Or were they meant as a reminder..Was the person I was talking to supposed to be a daily reminder that I'm not foolish to dream endlessly of the possibilities for numerous romantic situations to happen between my future love and I...? I believe so. When I look back on the romantic stories I read, to suppress the lonelin
CompleteIs how I feel whenever I am with you.