working in silence
With an average of 3 hours of sleep,
I brave through a new day, yet again.
I piggyback my demons as my angel hangs on to my heart,
as it remains pure through hell.
It shows potential…
My demons see that.
So they press on,
for years,
loving a good challenge.
I persist on too;
a war over my heart constantly shook my foundations.
…
Today, they finally lost.
Today, I get to sleep and rest my burdens.
Today, they lost,
because my heart is stronger than the shit you give me.
My heart is racing; It keeps me up at night.
How can my heart ache so badly with so many fears? I’ve never wanted anything this badly.
I look into the mirror and I take a deep breath.
It wasn’t something bad that triggered this panic; oh in fact, it was like a gentle reminder from God himself. That is why I tremble in fear.
I know my calling and I know the tough road ahead.
In dreams and visions I see and feel the turmoil and hardship to come. I feel it in my dreams and it channels constant fear through my veins when I’m awake.
I fear, yet fear not.
He plans the best for me and I will take whatever he plans for me.
He watches over me.
Hugs are basic forms of affection, or so most people say.
People give them out for free and often. People hug to say hi, to apologise, to love, to finish their sentences.
Stop it.
Hugs are powerful.
Stop giving them so carelessly.
A hug can cure loneliness, it can confess love, it can comfort beyond words can ever. A hug can mend ties, bid farewell and give you life. A hug can make you a new friend, a new lover or soulmate.
A hug, can shatter the walls I take forever to build…
So stop giving it to me if you don’t mean it.
Don’t leave me lonelier than before you came.
I beg you.
Every night, I struggle in my sleep to decipher why you appear in my dreams.
Surely, you didn’t appear in my dreams with a purpose… right?
Oh god, I hope not.
It must be pure coincidence.
We are better friends. I like it this way.
…
For every dream I dream, feels like sin. It feels wrong because my mind and heart belongs to someone but my heart and soul yearns for you.
But I am careful.
For being with you in real life is too good to be true.
…
So I wrap up my wishes and feelings and store them at the back of my consciousness and pray that in the next life, maybe… just maybe… you might be mine.
I could have sworn I finally forgot what you looked like. I thought to myself, if I’ll never forget the pain you caused, I should at least forget how you look like.
I should forget how deep your dimple piercings were and how I used to love playing with them. I should forget how your eyes, though small, were the most beautiful pair I’ve had the privilege of gazing at. I should forget how you had the most lushest lips I had pressed against my lips.
…
I should at least forget the details on your face, so that I may at least be able to miss you in a crowd and not be reminded of what I lost.
After so long I believed that I did it; I finally forgot what he was like.
But today I found out I was wrong.
Out of the blue, I had a detailed image of you in my head. So detailed, that as I scanned across the mental image, It ticked off all the points of details I remembered. No idea what triggered this, but whatever. It’s done.
What made it worse was, it was a moving picture. Watching you move, made it more painful. As I watched you move, I felt my heart burn like corrosive acid on skin.
I felt alive with emotion yet dead with no hope.
So with this, I’ll try to forget you again from today.
