xojaney
You - a body of hope that is caged within the boundaries of memories not yet forgotten Me - thoughts that seek clarity of ever winding and twiddling paths that lead to questions unanswered You & Me - we somehow manage to coexist and inh…
Silence wears me down In the dead of the night I cry and this silly frown Causes me to want to fight But I am beyond love
A certain disposition. That’s all I ever think about these days. How one’s disposition can be easily misinterpreted and so quickly accused of forgery of oneself. How do you tell apart the utmost sincere ones from those that beg of attentio…
Perpetually sinking into the depths of abyss. Perish! she mocked. Angst all churned-up, ever ready to strike. She beckons and being the coward that you are, you yield. Eyes burning bright against the stark dark of the night, her eyes brin…
Nothing prepares you for a night of complete loneliness. 4am comes around, all of that strength you possessed in the day unhinges itself in the midst of cold sheets and the silences that you dread. You bare your soul to the four walls of y…
Tea, record stores, film cameras, books, good conversations, architecture, museums, painting, reading, beds, smiles, sun, warmth, intertwine, long walks, embrace, hands, you, cafes, dancing, hands, feet, love, me.
Hang in there, heavy heart. It'll all be over soon, this dreaded feeling that something heartbreaking will happen to you. It'll shatter you to pieces, not giving you the slightest chance to guard yourself, 'come what may', you say. You inv…
I hear your soft breaths that fall upon these unassuming ears and as it transcends down to the nerves of delight in me, I sense the slight twitch in between the hand holding and within the warm embrace that enfolds me. I, have missed you.
"Nothing beats such blissful thoughts of isolating self into a house so intriguingly out of the way of everything else, worldly...just nature and nature.." - quoted from my favourite treehouse lovin' person.
These palpitations of the heart will not cease For you have brought upon me such calmness and ease And I promise you that I won't resist The heartstrings that you have pulled will not be dismissed Oh sweetlove of mine It seems like the st…
I miss your loving hands that provide such warmth to this enigmatic soul.
Don't come back telling me you miss the moments that you've so easily discarded away, It doesn't work that way Walls have been built to guard against the brutality of your actions, You have no clue of the dire consequences And a little of …
This perpetual desire to have conversations with you is alarming but heart-warming, all the same. You are quite the refreshing one, sweetlove. Happy birthday, my brave Sunbear. I wish you health and happiness and to never ending this fe…
My favourite treehouse lovin', person.
One loses sleep over a lack of something I feel myself craving and wanting Truth is I keep denying And it hurts to keep conspiring Against my own needs and it's tiring Time check : 3.33am
Despite the countless attempts at forgetting these walls of my heart and to let you in, it falls on unassuming, almost hopeless dreams. I want to know what you're made of, love.
Dream of gardens and greenery as I will dream of galaxies and books.
I've been having the urge to write all of the daily musings of my dull life or of all of these encased thoughts that has always been pent up within me. You could say that I've lost the inspiration or drive to do just so. The time that I hav…
The paradox of time, baffles me. I've been diligently wasting my time(oh, such irony) on thinking about time. This needs to stop.
"Can't explain to you how this dire longing of a companion by you. Maybe my hands could explain to you when we meet. Hands as in, conversation wise. Mind you." I'm still at this, love.
So honest and true I've been yearning to hold you So wonderful right from the start I'd settle at lounging with you on a yacht So right you have been I've never been more keen Oh darling please stay with me I want you to be the one to s…
To hear your voice, to get lost in your stories, to just....be with you. And to smell you, of course. Friday's finally here.
Freeze everything in that hour. Make all the other hours of sunlight be like those in slow movie films. You'd then get to experience all the highs and lows of what the day was made of. I'd cherish love a little more in that hour. The worl…
Smiling has become quite a habit, with you around.
The kind of unbearable where you smell the smell of your utmost favourite person, even when they're not there.
These loving hands, will claim her land. What's rightfully mine, will fall in hand.
If you think about it carefully - you are nothing but merely a speck of dust in the grand scheme of the universe.
My undying thoughts of you are ubiquitous. I can't seem to fathom any of it.