I always want to create the dreamiest poetry for you… a message that’s unparalleled. There are whiles that I am lost for words or sometimes lost inside my own head but every time I close my eyes and think of you, unexpectedly all the answers appear, floating at liberty in the air and in the great abyss of my heart. I shut my eyes and I let my hand move gracefully for the words that’s kept back inside my core deserves to be exquisitely written and deserves to be seen by the person who possesses it—you. You are the light I longed to pass through the window of my room that would then touch my brittle skin and give warmth to my trembling soul. You are the familiar melody even if it’s my first time hearing it—sweet, with a little bit of agony, soothing my disturbed mind. You are the Atlantic and gentlest breeze that makes the small trees in leaf sway. You are the air I want to breathe in every single second and never breathe out. You are the emotion I never thought could exist, never thought could last. Something that’s beyond my understanding and still embracing all its wonderfulness and flaws. You are a word that I can describe but gives me much harder time to explain. You are a fantasy, a fairy tale written on a book that came alive. You are the rainbow after every rain and the sun that shines after every storm. You are the feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen after every failure. You are the substance that provides nourishment essential to my growth, for our growth. You are the face I see in the fire from within, with fierce mysteries, swaying with the drowning air from the shore, giving balminess to and melting my freezing heart. You are the drug I'm addicted to—a drug that delivers smile in my face with a little bit of colorful panics and nausea. You are something more than the most protected gems in world, more than a gold that I want to dig in from the soil and find, more than a diamond that women love to wrap on their fingers, more than air, more than life. You are deeper than Mariana Trench. Risky and frightening. But I would still lose myself, release all my weight and fall. You are something they called ‘love’ which encompasses so many things. Bitter and sweet, sometimes even spicy. You may be sour like saying 'sorry' in infinite frustrated eyes; or even salty like the ocean that's easy to recognize. You are flavorful, sometimes more, sometimes less, most often just the right amount of taste. Satisfying, lasting, for eternity. You. SHARE THIS ARTICLE: |
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