i don't understand why my chest feels heavy when i passed the street today.
but something tells me, it is because you are no longer there.

the breeze of nostalgia has hit,
and i miss the sound of a whistling tune.

Into the missing, and gaps, and splintered pieces we thought we could fix. We couldn't leave. Because like scars, the gap of a wound needed to be filled. So we filled ourselves with each other,
...over and over and over again. Fully knowing our skin is made of the same thinness. And again, and again, we thought it was each other that we really needed. Each other that we really need.

Pathos

In the name of loneliness.
We were magnets with magnified flaws, that kept returning and seeking.
But endings and beginnings are confusingly the same.
But even words that suppose to mean, lose meanings.
So we lose everything. The heart. The mind. The real.
The realm of make-believe we wanted so badly to be...

-written  2017/04/01

the better part of me

then i finally hear words

i've twice heard in my mind, 

it's like finding a home you will never again see

and feeling temporary warmth - i know will soon leave

because some days it helps to pretend
until the pendulum of feelings swings
and you realize
the gravity of breaking again

Undefined often spirals out of touch.

But it does not make it unreal,

May we never forget how it really feels.

but maybe we'll remember the feeling of wholeness and lightness at the same time

it is in that very moment that we may -

find our breath again.