Wanting less, desiring much.
Living less, dying more.
Surviving each day. . . for the little things in life that seem to matter. A cup of coffee, a hug, a smile a phone call. Waking each morning to make the insignificant change I am still able to make.
Dying each day for those little things too. That missed call, that unreplied message, the cold glance, the silent conversation. The songs gone by, the tears yet unshed. The love
told no more, the hugs held back. The vanished smile. . . the cup of tea gone cold. The inability to want to change anything anymore. The time spent alone that makes me lonely now. Staying awake each night, unable to sleep any longer. And unable to wake up from the stupor that enfolds me, disguising itself as sleep.
Surviving each day. . . knowing that these little things matter less than 'those'. And believing with all my heart that those ones will come back someday. . . when I allow them to light up my life one more time. . .
Till then, adieu. . . goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. Goodbye oh person who I love the most.
Through darkness. . blinded by the light around, I shall walk. Until you come back to me and I have the strength to love you and accept your love one more time. . .
Until I am able to believe in the goodness of love, and the foreverness of time. . until the tears finally flow and the breathing ceases to matter. Until I open my eyes and see the world once more. Until I can change into me one more time. . .
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