the aching inside me

The power of the spoken word,
that fills your heart with urgent longing
and your vulnerable mind
with thoughts riddled with lustful desires
your common sense is eclipsed
your body is yearning
for that relief and heightened sensation.
The feelings keep coming back
snaking in
and etching itself firmly on to the walls of your soul
throbbing hard against your will
until you can take it no more

ah, damn you food cravings.

i miss you so much its hurting so bad

how come

those tears

they don't dry up

I never understood hurt like I do now.

dark

Sometimes I pretend you're the shadow on the wall, so I get to fall asleep right beside you, as always.

live.now.

"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present."
- Babatunde Olatunji

Wish I could believe it with all my heart.

Because

Right now, all I need is that little faith in the present, strength to let the past go, and the eager anticipation of the mystery we call the future.

That place

Dreams are the only place I can commit unthinkable crimes, contradict social norms, and have absolutely no sense of moral ethics. Been there done that.

I wonder

If dreams are just a metaphor

Or really, an interpretation of your heart's deepest desires.

Just a few hours and I already miss you so much.

It'll get better each day.

I hope.