Long Ago By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

It was long ago,
where you were closer to me than yesterday,
and where you made me more sanguine than tomorrow.

It was long ago,
where your silhouette was there,
and I was iron to its magnet.

It was long ago,
where I loved rain more than today,
and where I would rather get soaked than wait.

It was long ago,
where I checked the Cinema 21 website more often than these days,
and where I craved for Saturdays more impatiently than I did for a long holiday last year.

It was long ago,
where the ring of school bell was more worth it to wait,
and where my shoes knew where to go better than that afternoon.

It was long ago,
where 1 AM was not a sleeping hour,
where a late-night conversation delivered me more butterflies than tonight.

It was long ago,
where you would rest your head on my shoulder,
and where we would hug before a goodbye like that Saturday.

It was long ago,
where I could make you smile wider than an ocean,
and where you could take me to The Moon faster than any rockets could ever do.


And it is today,
where our lines sunder,
and where the touch of your hand feels stranger than we were two years ago.


—b, 09/12/16

Today By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

You were the first person I wanted to talk to when I got some bad news.
You were the only one I wanted to cry to.

You were the only one who could make me feel better when things go wrong; I don't know if it was the sound of your voice or the words you said so articulately or just the way you understood my silence when people struggled to understand my words.

You were the only one capable of making me smile when my tears were pouring down my face.
You were the hand I wanted to hold when I couldn't even feel mine.

Because it is always the tough times that reveal to you who you need the most and it's no surprise that I need you.
I need you to quiet my mind so I can sleep because you turn my nightmares into daydreams.
I need you to tell me that it's going to be okay.

It's ironic that sometimes we wait for things to go wrong so we can go right.
It's ironic that we have to come so close to losing people or losing ourselves to remember who we really don't want to lose.

And today, I surrender.
Today, I need you.
Today, I want to call you and tell you what I'm going through.
Today, I want you to listen to me.
Today, I want you to act like you care.

Because no matter who shows up at my door to comfort me, I'll still knock on yours.

If you're the reckless decision in times of sadness,
I want to be irresponsible.

If you're the mistake I make because I'm not thinking clearly,
I want to be foolish.

If needing you is wrong,
I don't want to be right.

—b, 03/12/16

Have You Ever Wondered... By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

Have you ever wondered why people take themselves off from you?

They say that if you love someone you will accept them for the way they are.
They say that if you really care for someone you will do your best to make them a better person.
Then why there's still a farewell for someone whom you frequently vowed to the world silently that you loved them, that you cared very much for them, that you adored every edge of their beings?

Here's the truth.
Maybe you've never really loved them. Perhaps you only fell for the version of them which you thought you would be able to change it. And now you should wise up, dear. You will never really be capable to change someone. You've only got to choose: take it wholeheartedly or leave it.


But, once again, you really have to suffer the feel you'd get when you used to think that nothing could ever fail your love for him, but sadly your disappointment did.

And he pretends not to be the autumn when the leaves fall.



—b, 03/12/16

[Still] Not Wanting to Leave By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

Young girl melded two colours at a time.

Took a brush, and arose.

Let her mind amble to the wanderlust of radiant hues.

Sank deep, eye closed, but no courage to possess her first touch.

She ran to the kitchen instead. She was feeling crestfallen for not having the almond cookies on the table. Only a faint illumination that stroked the marble surface. The window was left unhooked, and she could hear the wrathful grumble of a worker who hated his Friday caused by a powerful wave that broke his glass door. There was a gentle curiosity simmering inside her like a pot of stew, so she tried to ask.

"Why don't you move to somewhere far enough from the shore?"

The man stopped and stared at her who now crossed her arms on the sill. Smiled, he answered, "When you love something so very deeply, Kid, their presence matters the most."