To define myself currently, would include a blanket of comfort coming from my set of everyday people. Happy and warm. But to be honest, there are times I feel afraid, almost losing it, that I crave for nothing but to feel safe. They are what glue me sturdy on ground when I'm shaking. What keep me sane. My human beings.
It's not pretense. I am no doubt deeply in love with these beautiful creatures, and I am extremely grateful. But in between seconds of joy, and almost feeling content, I carry an ache in my heart. Hurting for a love [and relationship] lost, being incomplete, for missing out on hugs and kisses, and for 'I love you's that are nearly gone.
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So here are three sets showing, ironically, joy, content, and unhappiness.
Of rainy season and buses, late night walks, silent conversations, and holding hands.
Of hot days, escaping tall buildings, and hazy memories
Of mornings, comfort, and soul
Of traveling, getting lost, and breathing free.
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