My heart, my story.

The most important things are the hardest things to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish
them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were
in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out.
 But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things
 lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like
landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have
people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve
 said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you
almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst I think.
When the secret stays locked within, not for want of a teller but for an ear.

- Stephen King


Day dreamer

There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when
you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do
is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken
 is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your
 days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t
 seem to connect to anyone or anything.

We’re strangers again

Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people.
 But we never forget them. And sometimes,
it’s those memories that give us the faith to go on.

The show goes on

Often times, you have to let people go. Everyone
who’s in your life, is meant to be in your journey;
but not all of them are meant to stay there

Missing what’s gone

Sometimes I wonder
Does the wind really blow?
Or is it that leaves can fly
And dust can simply float

Maybe curtains has life
And feathers can glide
Are we fools to believe
that a refreshing wind exist?

Sometimes I wonder
Is there really a rainbow?
Glowing in magnificent color
Shinning above the sky

Does such beauty exist?
Or is it just imagination
Existing to comfort us
after a storm has passed

Sometimes I wonder
Can love be truly feel?
Can it still exist in two hearts
After living life’s tragedies

If the wind truly blows,
then to what direction does it goes?
And if the rainbow is real,
then why can’t we touch it?

If there is truly love,
then where are you now?
Cause sometimes I just wonder
Why do many of us wander?

 — I wonder - cakesncoffees.blogspot

Friends and acquaintances

It’s interesting when you start thinking about how many people
 have suddenly come into your life only to stay for a short period
of time and then disappear completely, just as quickly as they entered.

An unfinished conversation

And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done.
I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters
written a hundred years too soon (too late).
I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain.
I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held.
I wonder at how I cannot remember anything in my life before I met you.
I wonder at the tiniest of touches and try, desperately, to keep their memories alive.
I wonder at loneliness.
I wonder at how long it’ll be, before I see you again.
I wait.
And I wonder.

— The day time waited for me - I wrote this for you

Things you can’t recover

The stone…….after the throw.
The word………after it’s said.
The occasion……..after it’s missed.
The time………after it’s gone.
The opportunity…..after it passed.
The love….after it’s gone.
— Amazing posts

Almost lover

Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again
How could I forget?
Mama said “think before speaking”
No filter in my head
Oh, what’s a boy to do
I guess he better find one

I’m never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I’d rather be a mystery
Than she desert me

Oh I’m never speaking up again
Starting now… Starting now

One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it’s all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire


I’m never speaking up again
it only hurts me
I’d rather be a mystery
than she desert me

Oh I’m never speaking up again
I’m never speaking up again
I’m never speaking up again
Starting now, starting now…


— My Stupid Mouth - John Mayer