man in progress

Why is it so hard, the sweetness
of the heart of the cherry?

Is it because it must die
or because it must carry on?

I have to go now, but I never will have really left you.

Only love is all maroon

Well, this is it then. I’ve been thinking about this day ever since primary school - not really dreading it though, just curious - and to be honest, I think I will have fun. NS will be a breeze. I just wanna get Gold for IPPT (400 bucks!!). I think 9:44 for 2.4 should be manageable in a few weeks’ time.

But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s times like these when I secretly wish that I might not have really met her.

Don’t take me wrong, I really am glad that we’re so close now and my life has really changed ever since, but I feel so vulnerable now. I will literally spend every waking moment thinking of her, wondering whether she’s fine, what she’s up to. And this will sound super clichéd, but I really do feel like I’ve given her a portion of my heart for her to keep - a portion which now never really belongs to me any longer.

I honestly think that I used to be quite alright alone. I only needed to depend on myself, and when things went rough, I’d tell myself to stop being a pussy and just do whatever I needed to do. But now… whenever I feel like giving up, I’d find myself thinking about her eyes and her lips and the scent of her hair

I don’t know why, but it feels wrong to wholly depend on something that’s not me. Something might just happen and well… I don’t know.

I fear that I’ll miss her too much, that thinking about her will make me feel more lonely than I might already feel.

But nah, I think I’m much stronger than that. I know everything will be fine. I hope so, at least.

Yeah, everything will be fine.

Anonymous asked: Just out of curiosity, are you attached? Because from your posts, you sound like one hell of a catch :)

Hahaha thank you! You flatter me too much, whoever you are. And well, I can’t really comment on this right now, so (:

Anonymous asked: describe the girl of your dreams?

The girl of my dreams… well this is gonna be quite hard, but I’ll try. 

Her eyes will remind me of everything - happiness, pain, sunsets and rain. And I’ll always find myself completely lost when I stare into her eyes. All sense of time, space and even recognition of myself will fade away. Her smile will always send my heart racing - which is bad, because she’ll always be smiling. She won’t be faking it either; her smile, and everything else about her, will just be an extension of the warmth and genuine kindness that emanates from her heart. She has to love kids, and love them for their innocence and the promises that each and every one of them brings. The sound of her voice will always remind me of waves gently caressing the shore, and when I hold her close, her hair will remind me of the sweet smell of rain, or of glistening dew on grass at dawn.

The funny thing is, there was always this girl who used to appear in my dreams every night - but now the dreams have stopped. I think it’s because I’ve finally met her in real life.

Moth

What would happen if they told us that
love was nothing else
but an unsurmountable fear
of dying alone?

What if being found
means being even more lost
than you ever were before?

Then which is better: being lost before
or being lost after?
Don’t we all still wander in any case,
and recite poetry to the wind?

Is love just another permutation 
of friendship or is it something else entirely?

And why do I always think of heartbreak
before any heart comes close to mine?

Then tell me, doe eyes,
why does everything now seem so much paler?

i fell in love with the idea, not the reality

(Source: sweetsedation)

Rumi

Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart,

A voice inside the beat says,
“I know you’re tired,
but come, this is the way.”