rarasekar

The whispers of lust, the silence of celibacy, the joy of pain.

O, 'tis no good to reminisce the days of yore!
for thee may never be the same once more.

I shall live by the day.
and thou shalt, for all time, be this way.

The death of agony, the beauty of secrecy, the glistering amour.

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Hereafter, I have found the soul I once lost.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

"Anyone who loves must know
how to lose themselves and find themselves again."
- Paolo Coelho, By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept.


..o, and how i long to see thee, my love!

what is love when his presence is in despair.
and what is love when what i do is only waiting for a simple hello.

what am i, when all of my sorries and hellos never meant anything to him.
and what am i, when my mind can't stop leading me to this fantasy of his hatred towards me.

i can say sorry a thousand times, but i guess they just won't matter.
i can tell him i love you, but he already knows since the first time i blinked at him.
i can tell him that this is all a misunderstanding,
but i have to say this is all my fault.
and so, i'm sorry, for the 1001st time, i really am.

i'm at this point, this intersection of life, where i don't know where to go,
and what to do.
i have my destination, but it's out of reach.
it's somewhere out there, where only he could help me to get there.
i could ask for a map, but they don't have one here,
for i am not in a state of conscience.
i'm lost in a surreal realm where only he and i exists.

in this world of ours,
i happen to live in the west.
and he lives in the east.
from the west to the east, there's a bridge that connects both sides.
it's called the love bridge.




but the bridge is broken.
and we are too.


i'm sorry.
i love you.

sometimes you wake up in the morning not wanting to see some people.
and demanding to meet certain people only.

sometimes you wake up without remembering any of your last night's dream,
and think all of them were real.

sometimes you can't sleep because you think too much or
you can't even think of anything at all.

sometimes you drive without even knowing that you're driving.
because you're too lost in your own thoughts.

sometimes you'd rather be alone, than to be with people who do not love you,
or perhaps, pretend to love you.

sometimes you want someone to stay by your side, every second of your lifetime,
and you ignore the fact that he has other things to do.

sometimes you sing along to your favorite songs, just to sing along.
as if every single word in the lyrics is nothing but meaningless.

sometimes that 'you' could be me.

sometimes, i am you.

sometimes,

hmmm. more like, all the time

te quiero, mi precioso!