all of us, yes, even you
I believe that people are fundamentally good. Prone to regret. Emotional, not logical. Steadfast, yet impulsive.
I think perhaps I need a kind of meditation. Vacation? The hurt of memory is pulsing heavy in my mind of late. I'd shed so many tears last year, and my heart seems masochistically fixated on those things that happened.
It's not my true wish. I want to make this next year brighter. In order to do that, I have to put those regrets, those hurts behind me. Stop dredging up old faces I wish would look my way again, wish that they give the love I had for them a chance again. Stop this, Camui. You're torturing only yourself. You're doing yourself an injustice. Yourself, and your beloved.
Enough, enough.
Look what is before you. Take nothing for granted, not even the most fleeting kiss. Remember who loves you, now. Who remained. Who was it that held your hand and did not go, who was it who chastised you when you did wrong, but only because they knew you were capable of better? Who was it that opened themselves to you and shied not from your touch. Who extended a hand, a smile, despite rumor or ill-repute? Remember that, don't remember shadow.
I want to drown a little bit against your skin. Kiss me until I can not breathe. Make me forget yet at the same time remember. With you, I feel alive.
I feel so much lighter now. The power of word, of written meditation...
Perhaps now I can lay my head down, kiss my lover's sweet eyelashes, watch his face, and sleep.
I think perhaps I need a kind of meditation. Vacation? The hurt of memory is pulsing heavy in my mind of late. I'd shed so many tears last year, and my heart seems masochistically fixated on those things that happened.
It's not my true wish. I want to make this next year brighter. In order to do that, I have to put those regrets, those hurts behind me. Stop dredging up old faces I wish would look my way again, wish that they give the love I had for them a chance again. Stop this, Camui. You're torturing only yourself. You're doing yourself an injustice. Yourself, and your beloved.
Enough, enough.
Look what is before you. Take nothing for granted, not even the most fleeting kiss. Remember who loves you, now. Who remained. Who was it that held your hand and did not go, who was it who chastised you when you did wrong, but only because they knew you were capable of better? Who was it that opened themselves to you and shied not from your touch. Who extended a hand, a smile, despite rumor or ill-repute? Remember that, don't remember shadow.
I want to drown a little bit against your skin. Kiss me until I can not breathe. Make me forget yet at the same time remember. With you, I feel alive.
I feel so much lighter now. The power of word, of written meditation...
Perhaps now I can lay my head down, kiss my lover's sweet eyelashes, watch his face, and sleep.