Have you felt the first time you had your eyes see the sun sets? It’s like you never want to look away but have you seen the sun rise? I bet you might be falling for the latter or maybe both.
We long for the sensation that we have felt when we saw it for the first time and this is the moment when I’ll say that I love the feeling of knowing that you’ve felt that too when you saw me.
Sometimes you’ll seat on an empty couch with a tea on hand while wondering who you really are and who are you living for. There were days that you’re all over the moon, too in love to not say that you’re tired of living yet here we are at the edge of our seats – holding onto it like it’s our lifeline. Confused. Hurt.
Knowing that life may be unfair at times but we cannot attain what we desire because you live with people. We are all connected, every decision that we make affects one another. No matter what.
Who am I to you when I’m at the edge of my seat? Will you give up your seat and pull me back as if the tides pull each and every grain of sand back into the ocean or you’re just another bystander – watching me slowly slip away.
the light blinded her eyes
yellow no longer means joy
but rather a deep resentment
gone demented for awakening
living is no longer a desire
Serendipity and Chaos of Life 