For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
While some people choose to stay in relationships to remind themselves that they are alone no matter who they are with now, some others don’t even really understand what relationship is and still wanting it so bad badly.
Sometimes it is not the life that makes you feel alive, and it is not the death that makes you feel dieing.
Sometimes, both of them are never the differences of anything.
Most of us have been so caught up with our pain and sadness, that we suck up and crave of words.
Words that could represent the unspoken feelings and thoughts of ours. Words that heal our numb heart and make it beats a while. Words that touch our broken souls.
But those kind of words
If there is a good thing that I learned about the darkness, it is the selfishness. Brutally honest one.
“White is not always white ya.”
“Tell me about white?”
“If you look long enough to white ceiling, you’ll see colors in your eyes. Beautiful colors. Moving beautiful colors. Lol.”
“Those are colors from our mind.”
“That’s…nice. Colors from our mind :’)”
“Yes. Not all people can see. Even the dark one. Like an art, it is so subjective. :)”
“Yes. Our art :’)”
Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind has already knew.
I love the way you stand in front of me and let me lend my body to yours, anywhere and whenever I want to. Or the way you wrap your arm through my back and hold my elbow, whenever you stand next to me. And the way you steal a kiss whenever I am off guard.
I love the way you hold my cheek and wrap your fingers to