The Day Time Waited for Me: “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.”
Picture from I Wrote This For You
This one, I can totally relate to. Just because I can, and so I quote this. But it doesn’t mean wallowing in its pity, but thriving in its lovely grief. It’s beautiful. It referring to the above beautiful words.
I’m quitting Facebook for real, it’s too tempting in prying into people’s lives and too tiring to let others pry into your life unknowingly and blatantly. And sorry, I love to use the word voyeuristic appeal for Facebook. Thank you.
So I’m welcoming life into this space, because blogging is just a part of my passion for writing words and poetry. But sure I’ll miss the cool sharing button for Facebook. Just that.
Well, but the pictures used are not by me. And anything that’s not in this “ “, that’s from this cloud-nine mind.
So hellooo Ting! I’m writing your name coz’ I know you’re the only one who reads this quite often. =) ♥ (Well, maybe I’m deluding myself coz’ I’m aware too that others might be present, those anonymous ones. )