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365, Poetry, Writings

Words

I’ve lost my words
the moment I lost you
and the stubborn in me just refuses
to let you have that kind of power
over my words.

And yet, here I am again
Writing about you.

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365, Prose, Writings

To all the things I’ve given up on

How many prayers and dreams have I let go just when I about to reach it? How many nights of praying have I wasted, pleading the heavens just for me to have you? And just when my prayers are about to get answered, why did my heart suddenly stop loving you?

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365, Prose, Random Thoughts, Writings

Just decide

Sometimes all you have to do is to decide, then stick to that decision no matter what. Don’t ask why, don’t look back, don’t dissect what should be, or what can be, or why you shouldn’t. Just decide. Then live it, breathe it, die with it.


// Wrote this a long long time ago. Funny how until now, I still wasn’t able to stick with the reason for this post. 😔😩

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365, Prose, Quotes, Random Thoughts, Writings

Doubtful Heart

I want to be loved so much so that my doubtful heart would never know how to doubt again.

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365, Hushed Series (custom pieces), Prose, Writings

A future without him

I used to think that this was it. That my life was over without him in it. That I couldn’t be possibly any happier in the future than when I was with him. After he left me, it’s as if my world stopped spinning, and I became afraid of the future. I became afraid to think of the future, knowing fully that this time I have to imagine and rebuild it without him.

Yet, indeed, time heals everything. Days turned to months, and months turned to years, and I found that the world started spinning again, gradually, slowly, yet continuously and unfaltering. And I realized the world really did not stop for me. I’m the one who stopped. I’m the one who stopped moving, I’m the one who stopped caring, I’m the one who stopped trying to live. So with faith and hope for the future, I stood again. And here I am now, happy, complete, and contented with the life I built even without him.


This is a custom piece request by someone who asked to remain anonymous. 😊 I’m sorry if it took me quite some time to write it. I hope I did justice to your request. For some reason, I really find it hard to write someone’s else story. I tried my best though. 😊

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365, Prose, Writings

This is how I’d fallen out of love of him

This is how I’d fallen out of love of him:

I didn’t. It just that one day I woke up, and I just.. I just didn’t feel anything for him. Not love, not like, not hate, nor anger, not even sadness or disappointment, just.. nothing. Like my heart entered a sudden oblivion, and it just forgot. It forgot to remember to care for him or to think of him, and in a blink of an eye, everything about him, every feelings I associated with him is erased, and he didn’t matter anymore. Like he never really mattered at all.

And I’m okay with it. I mean, it’s a lot like looking at a blank grey canvas, what do you suppose to feel about it? Nothing, right? Nothing and just okay.

//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #33

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365, Prose, Writings

Not all who wander are lost

Your soul feels so much like home, and when I met you, I finally understood what they mean when they say, ‘Not all who wander are lost’.

For I always find myself wandering back in your arms.

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