For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
You know that feeling. When the conversation escalated too fast, when the distance between us getting lesser, when we become too close and things become too familiar.
When there is almost no more mistery or secret between us, and the excitements take more efforts to be present.
A wind becomes a wind when it leaves, never when it stays. Always alone, always blows to wherever my heart wants to.
The only way you could feel the wind is by letting it comes to you and leaves you when it needs to. By letting it go and never ask the wind to stay.
And sometimes, the wind is lucky when there are some, who decide to follow and go to where it blows.
He used to love only black and white, never colors. My world used to consist of every colors, but black and white.
Then we settled on the dawn.
“I love you far better in colors.”
“I now can understand why you love black and white.”
Then we settled on love.
“If you know something is impossible to be happened, will you move on and get along, or will you bet and wait / have faith?”
“Depends on what makes it impossible. People confuse impractical with impossible, so we need to rule out impracticals. Then we need to rule out what we don't accept. Like, landing on moon tomorrow for me is impractical. Becoming a girl for me is possible, but I won't accept it, so it is out, too. Then there are things which are not in our hands so we assume them impossible. Then comes things which we can do with perseverance if we keep going, but we believe them to be impossible, just like how you said that you can't be a pro photographer. :P”
“Freedom is like this; what people think of you is not your business, what people expect from you is not your obligation, what people perceive of you is not a fact, what people label you is not your problem, what people consider you is not your weakness. And by people, it includes everyone else other than you. Yes your spouse, your parents, your family, your friends, all of them.
Freedom is like this; you rule your life and your life is floating above all of those silliness. That's all.”
I always love airports. The speed, the enthusiasm, the people and activities. Like everything never stopped there, there will always be something happened at each and every corner of it.
The sense of leaving everything behind and only bring what you really need to live, the talks with strangers, the freedom of being yourself without the needs of adjusting and fitting in, those are just addictive.
Yes, I'm one of those weird people who love airports. And yes, the thought of having only what I really need in two bags and one way trip ticket has crossed my mind many times. That's me being honest. Lol.
“I decided to help her. Life might be a bit harsh to her.”
“I knew you will :).”
“But that's not what I wanna tell you about.”
“Ah..then?”
“She has a friend, he got an accident that made him lost all of his memories, except one thing.”
“Hm?”
“Guess what it is?”
“Beautiful yes? Two people that are missing each other but tell nothing to one another.”
“Maybe. But it will be sad if they ended up know nothing about their feelings for each other.”
“Not really. Maybe they are just that kind of people. The kind that enjoy complicated things and appreciate deep feelings.”
“As how sometimes words are just meant to be said and let out freely without the needs of being told purposely and specifically to?”
“Indeed. :)”
“:)”
You shine bright like the city night lights. So bright that you make the stars shy and hide. So mezmerizing that I willingly let myself to be drown in you. Just to have a look on you, for a blink in a lifetime.
And I know the lights will go down one day soon. And I never trust a forever anyway. But forever this might be. You stuck deep and haunts my mind.
The city night lights that shines bright more than the stars in the sky. The prisoner of my memories. You or me?
“One random question.”
“Hm?”
“See those buildings around? That's quite far right?”
“And?”
“Do you think anyone there will be able to see me if I get naked here?”