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Nami Island, South Korea This would have suited well for Valentines Day, but better late than much later. It is still the l♥ve month!!
Some writing I found stashed in the Drafts folder (not to be taken too seriously), and after some comtemplation on whether to publish or not... here it goes ...
He sits next to me, the sunrise starting on the horizon, the beautiful colors of Sunday morning, the smell of the salty sea, the warmth of summer.
I stare at him wondering what could be on his mind, wondering if he's got the faintest idea how his smile could beat the glorious sunshine.
The cold monstrous breeze, the assurance and warmth of his hands, the beautiful hills and its herding cows, green meadows, and charming little flowers.
The gloomy skies, grey, and wet. The vastness of the ocean, the cold summer air, the clouds hiding my beautiful sunshine - he could easily compensate the bleakness of the unwanted rainy days.
The cruel sun, the fine volcanic sand, the sound of the whistling pines, the silence of remoteness, the lazy progress of time, the cloudy night, the assurance his presence brings, and a scent getting too familiar.
Another meal shared, cold champagne on the table, one sweet serenade, a beautiful guy sitting next to me, those charming eyes that seem to smile, one lovely day bidding farewell.
The feeling of excitement of his mere presence and the sweet sorrow of parting.
The memory of
His & Hers
Nami Island, South Korea seeing him for the first time; the boy from a couple of decades ago.
Everyone has their first love, I'm afraid I'm falling in love with mine, all over again.
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The longest nights I'll have to stay up on, the longest days I'll have to wake up to. How can breathing be so painful. How can this crowd make me feel so alone.
The cold air unbearable, the tears uncontrollable. If you are loved and is loving in return, you are lucky, much more than blessed - don't you dare let go - because indeed to love and be loved is something too precious, something surreal.
Can I skip the night? Can I just sleep 'till it's gone.
Fresh tears falling fast, unending, painful as they fell, never running out.
The pain like nothing in this world, just the pain aching through me. Someday this will stop, or live with it, just carry on. Who can tell, who would know?
The goal is to try and live another day, there must be something worth living for, maybe I'll realize then again. Pain, how familiar it has been, and yet there can
Heart
Ilsan, South Korea be greater.
Daddy's little girl all grown up, wishing badly she never had to. Daddy would have shield me from this, Daddy will never allow seeing his little girl cry.
The short-lived greatest love I will never have. I knew where I was heading...I am not lost, I am just broken. Tomorrow is a blur...but I will try...I will try.
How long 'till I get the last piece back on.
...and yet Love can never ever run out.
...there are things that we inevitably have to go through at one point of our lives, but as Paulo Coehlo says "...Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive." - happy travels. x
Much Love,
Tin
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