I had a rather lovely day yesterday (and all week) despite the constant changing of moods and ramblings of my mother about my being so 'jobless', and my equally adorable and naughty little cousin. The sun gets even hotter by day and I keep wishing for dragonflies to come back home soon. This doesn't even make sense! :D I love how the sky looks so blue and peaceful. Stretching my fingers to reach. Reading poetry with my cousins, lacrimal glands over functioning  due to good dramas. Forgetting. Forgetting. (Sometimes it's good too.) And lastly, learning that I might be able to see my grandma on May! That means sailing on a ship, salty air, and familiar faces! I'm so excited!

♥*♥ haze ♥*♥

My heart reaches home.

I am so lucky he has the habit of holding everything for my sake. It makes me feel secured. Oh. Security. The way the very meaning of that word means so much to me and the fact that he knows me too well... Sometimes I get frightened, thoughts and 'what if's'. I'm always the same.

Last night. April 13, Friday: Dear Diary, I spent the entire evening staring at the stars next to his shadow. He smiled and I started singing Cranberries' songs. Ha! Everything was completely enchanting. I just wish you knew!

xx haze

Contemplating. It seems my dreams are still so very far away, and all I can do is think of them often. I weep every time. I guess this is exactly what happens when you've already had too much and everything still keeps on dragging. I despise the idea of me being the most pathetic one.

The promises I made, the wishes I made, my old dreams... all are fading but I'm not letting go. Until I have my wings back and I'm ready to soar.

xx haze

i was made to believe
that we are tethered
by a strand of twisted fibers.

me - on this end
you - on the other

and we pulled,
like the string of a handmade telephone toy,
when we needed each other.

you told me once
you'll never let go.

and i was a gossamer
and a see-though
and you saw through me
(how could you? honestly?)

then one day,
you decided to cut the other end.
and i saw the thread collapsed (and we)
and our story that has never started, ended.

but i still think of you sometimes.
and when i do, i smile.