The silence of agony

You can feel when someone you hold close to your heart is slipping away,
little by little. It’s when the mere thought of losing a friend can bring
you to tears almost instantly. The pain you are beginning to feel can crush
 your entire heart. Yet everything that you try to do to solve the problems
only push them further and further away from you. When the only chance of
getting back to the way things were in the beginning is to hope this person
 realized what they may be losing.


Rich heart

Here’s to the kids who try their hardest to be good enough for everyone;
 who spend hours reading random quotes to find the right one; who listen
to the same song dozens of times because the lyrics mean a lot;
 who deserve so much more than they get and are willing to fight for
it and whose wish upon a shooting star was wasted on someone that will never care.

The echoes in the heart beat

So here I am, on the internet talking about my feelings. This is a new
thing to me so I guess I’ll just go with it. People make me out to be
that guy that just flirts around with girls. Its true minus the fact
that one girl broke my heart once upon a time. I loved her and ever since
 then I’ve just been trying to find a feeling that gets close to it.
 But if you love someone set them free… Right?  Writing music and poetry
doesn’t always help. But its getting there.

Change of season

Every second that you live you are never going to get back.
You are never going to get to change what you said, didn’t say,
did, or didn’t do. Live how you want to live. Act how you want
 to be remembered, because you never know how long or short you
 are going to be here.

A heart’s a heavy burden.

This goes out to all of the people who have been broken but
have been strong enough to let go.

For the people who have hurt so badly that they felt they could never love again,
but kept their head up.
For those who feel like going back to their old lover would put all the pieces back
where they belong and everything would fit, but accept the cold hard truth instead.
For the people that learn from their mistakes and never stop moving forward,
even when they take two steps back.
For the people that wish loneliness wasn’t a part of them, but put up with it anyhow.
For the people that are okay with taking up all of the room in the bed,
even if sometimes it feels a little empty.
For the people who wake up in the morning with no missed calls,
but smile anyway.
For the people that periodically miss the past, but are so much more excited for the future.
For the people that have wounds still healing.
For the people that have so much tied to their past relationship,
but break those chains to start fresh.
For the people that want to look back so badly, but focus on the road ahead.
For the people that pick up the phone so tempted to call,
but keep their dignity in tact instead.
For the people that never wanted to let go, but had to.
For the people that still believe in love even after all of the hurt their heart has endured.
For all the people that gave up not because they were weak,
but because most times it’s better just to let go.
We’ll get our happy ending someday.

P/S : my feeling for now, Beast/B2ST - Fiction. 

A man lost in time

You can’t control when you lose your heart. The only
thing you can do is trust – trust that the person who
has your heart realizes its value.

— Grey’s Anatomy

On rainy days

I saw you today. I realized how far apart we’ve grown.
I know I should ask you how you’re doing, but I can’t.
I wish I could. It occurred to me that we’re strangers now.
You don’t know me anymore, much less want to. Everything is so different now.

P/S : Beast/B2ST - On Rainy days suit the feeling of this post. 


I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chickenshit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

— Alanis Morisette - ‘Hand in My Pocket

Happy parents’ day

There’s a story behind everything.

How a picture got on a wall.
How a scar got on your face.
Sometimes the stories are simple,
and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.

But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story,
because hers is where yours begin.

—  Mitch Albom (For One More Day)