Wednesday, August 11, 2010

soft voice that whispers to me
soft voice that lingers in my thoughts

your presence used to make sense.
but since then it only brought pain and sorrow.

how did such beautiful, image of perfection flipped its
nature to its very core?

April, May, June, July, August.

how did we come to this?

no, how did I come to this.



why do I insist on clinging onto something
that will exist to be a misrepresentation of reality?

a fairytale, fiction.
fiction, gathered only by minds that longed to feel
alive.

alive from being able to share the spaces we reserved as 'private'
a special space we call our own,
where our calm self exist, beyond the exterior representation
of ourselves.

representation which we put forth a set of notable lies.
but lies, which we all produce to assure ourselves that we belong.
we belong.



So what if I'm weak?
Honesty brings me closer to my reality.
and my reality is where I shall seek
shelter.
the reality where you stand with me.

and this reality shall stay immortal.
it shall be definite and unchanging

not because I want to,
but because I can't change it.


because the months that continues to flow
from that day compels me to your essence.
even when your presence is merely a soft voice.

a collection of soft voices in my recollection.

because I realise I can never shake this empty feeling.

because I know a part of myself got lost when you fade away from my sight

because all of me centralised to act within your perimeter

because I cannot prognosticate from whatever you've been throwing upon me.

and because afterall, I can never let go.



because all this time,
I couldn't admit I don't love you.







because the only way,
is for me to abandon all ships.

♥/LiterallyTom/2:14 AM