Give me hope,
Do not paint a picture of despair.
Give me hope my life was not wasted here.
Tell me I am loved;
Tell me I am capable of loving.
Fill the void that clutches my spirit,
That coldly rends away my last tear.
But time slips away to the future, now past.
How did this life disappear?
Why is it so fast?
Hold me, dear.
Hold me while I grow cold.
Hold me while I grow old.
There is nothing to fear in this world except dying alone, without love.
Have you ever felt like a feeling is slipping out of you, slipping away, so much so, that you feel a need to find ways to hold onto it? That the very foundation you believed in, the world you created on it’s platform..is crumbling to dust? How do you grasp onto the fleeting moment of an emotion before it’s gulped into a veil of numbness? Do you run after it? Do you catch it? Do you cage and tame it, if you do? Or do you let it go, because for once the lifelessness seems less scary, that it’s better for the numbness to swallow you than to let reality eat you up?
You feel Miserable; you yearn for Appreciation.
You yearn for Appreciation; you yearn for Love.
You yearn for Love; you fall in Love.
You fall in Love; you have everything.
You have everything; but, you begin to lose one thing at a time.
You begin to lose one thing at a time; you lose Everything.
You lose Everything; you fall out of Love.
You fall out of Love; you feel Miserable
In the town of broken hearts,
The rain never stops,
And people walk, without any place to call home,
And every nook and corner, every street,
Or be it an alley,
You will find hearts lying shattered,
And dreams hanging in thin air.
In the town of broken hearts,
All were lovers once.
Life went by so quickly that it was impossible to keep track of all the things I had lost in the way. So many smiles I would never see again. So many roads I might never walk again. The old cassettes we thought were worthy to save and collect.
Life went by so quickly that it was impossible to keep track of all the things I had lost in the way. Like the way the bustling video shops closed down without any of us noticing. Like the way we could only reminisce now of how patient we used to be with lagging video games and weekly episodic melodramatic TV series.
Life went by and we evolved, grew and became the people we thought we would never. The veneer of innocence was lost someday and we never went back and searched for it.
Life went by and we lost things we never considered precious. But, now, some nights, they come back only to haunt. I am growing too fast. I am vanishing all too soon. If I had another chance, I would try to hold them tighter, but, then, I remember, sand sips out of anything that is broken, once. It’s done.
I’ve been tagged for happiness challenge by the beautiful soul Jessica . Jessica is an author who is currently working on her, she’s very lovely, romantic, and kind.
For this challenge I choose 3 quotes and a song:
Quotes:
Song: The song I chose is “Pocketful of sunshine” by Natasha Bedingfield . I love this song, it is very catchy and where in it she says she’s not going to let anyone bring her down and she wants to be happy and free
Rules:
1)Each Thursday, Beckie will pick a Theme (Naturally something positive).
2) She will, therefore, Tag Two Bloggers to continue the themed positive message along.
3) You, the recipient of the tag can select anyway fit on how you want to share this positivity. (Example: Quote, Affirmation, Music Video, Memes, Pictures, etc… As long it sticks to the Theme).
4) Please create a ping-back to the original post (Beckie’s), as well as notifying your tagged bloggers that you have selected them.
I’m tagging Ben Naga and ciccolady for this happiness challenge (feel free to participate or not to, no obligations)
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.
Voyager of freedom 