i’m starting to think that if there was any other kind of reality you’d carve your way into it.
i see nothing but your face now,on the glistening surface of my coffee,
in the mirror, you couldn’t even spare the clouds could you?!
you had to charm them too for i can see you in the sky when i first wake up in the morning,
but they cant seem to do you justice when they form your face.
It’s your eyes, there’s no imitation possible for those eyes. They’re their own unique and marvelous specimen.
and at night when i gaze at the stars and i connect them i can see your smile in the constellations but they sparkle while yours glow.
and when people look into my eyes they see you rather than their own reflection and they smile because they know the occupant of my heart.
Don’t know if that constant constriction of my heart is a permanent side effect to your existence.
All i know is that my heart has been in shambles since the moment you walked out of my system.
I lay everyday in bed dreaming of alternate realities just so i can manifest a life,
where you are always and forever mine.
Is it just me or does every writer get this feeling when something inspires them to write. it’s like a burn in your chest, a gentle burn. It’s like the feeling you get when you see someone you love, a clenching in your stomach and a rush of adrenaline in your system.
My friend once said ” i wonder why most English majors are smokers and drink coffee ? ” i thought about it a lot since then. when you read a lot you’ll know a lot and the more you know the sadder you get. haven’t they said before that ignorance is a blessing, well, they were right. We drink coffee to keep us awake, since all we wanna do is go to sleep and run away from the world. We smoke to cover up the pain that has become a constant in our being for so long. Coffee and smoke, they’re not a source of entertainment, they’re our means of escapism.
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with the night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
– William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet