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Haiku: Memories

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Memories linger

like stale cologne on the skin

unforgettable

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Still cannot get over you

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They say the hardest thing is letting go of someone you love. You can’t go back in time, you can’t change a thing; so, you decide to move on but sometimes it stings really hard.

You know, I wonder about your day, if you are having a good day or a bad day. I wonder if you have come across anything that amuses you. I think about the things I could tell you about my day. It has been a dreary day. Actually, the past three months have been a difficult ones for me. Negativity and sadness have dominated my thinking. Today, in particular, has brought back a sense of hopelessness; I feel like I’m left behind like shells on a seashore, after the sea recedes.

I miss you, and I hope you are missing me too.  You see, I don’t seem to be able to escape the thought of you:  the books I read, the films I watch, all appear to conspire to remind me of you in one way or another. Sometimes, there are hours in the day when I just repeat your name and I don’t even know why.

I am a prisoner in my own mind, subject to my own atypical neurological conditioning, but you set me free when we were together in person. I am clean, I am pure, I am free when I’m with you, and I wouldn’t want to change that for anyone or anything this decrepit world holds for me.

You are the diamond in the rough, and I the prospector, working my fingers to the bone to find you, dirtied and weak, you bring respite to my weary mind.

I hope you can see that I mean everything I say. I’ll be there for you, through thick and thin, no trial or tribulation too difficult, too torturous to endure to feel you in my arms once more. To unlove you is beyond comprehension, such a thing is not to be mentioned.

 If my words don’t give you comfort, then I hope space and time will. Till then, I will wait I for you like the boy that waits for his lost father to come home, and I know you’ll be back sooner than I think, but each waking minute away from you is an eternity.

Rumor Has It

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Rumor has it that she forgot him and moved on

People whispering that she’s now dancing

With someone new under the moonlight

But the heartbreak inside her

Tells another story

She’s still in love with him

She’s still under his spell

She hasn’t felt any single season

Since the last summer when he coldly left her

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Let it Go

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Memories of days I lived, the friends I lost along the way, every mistake I ever made, rehashed and then replayed, promises that remain broken, love lost and words unspoken, nothing left except the memory of the days I lived, and loved.
Now there’s nothing left to say
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Just learnt to walk away
Drift away
Open your eyes and see life, see it blossom before your eyes and then realise the beauty of life in a disguise
The past is gone don’t be afraid, even if the memories are replayed
Stand up for yourself don’t be afraid, life is for living not regretting
So do your thing and be yourself
The past is gone so put it on the shelf

Let-Go

 

Why I don’t use Facebook, Instagram or Snapchat

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It makes me sad how we’ve become so attached to technology. I see people everywhere taking pictures while having their face engrossed in their phones when the sun is shining and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. No one ever experiences the moment anymore. Everything is going be posted somewhere for someone to see because people measure their value based on “likes”. This is part of the reason I don’t have a Facebook,  Instagram  or Snapchat accounts because I don’t want to lose my sense of living every moment to its fullest. I don’t want to ignore my parents, friends or significant other solely because I’m looking to see who commented/liked my stuff. My brain is perfectly capable of retaining memories and the essence of life is the acquisition of memories. I don’t want to look back when I’m old and have to look at my phone to see what I did when I was young. I want to live it! I was born blessed with all of my senses. Why not use them.

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Writing about love

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A friend: Why do you write so much about love?

Me: When you are in love, you want to make memorials out of moments. Collecting winks and teeth shining through smiling lips and you want to dance on paper with a colorful ink to remind yourself it was real. We all should write our love story before the waves of time washes it away.

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