How do you love?

Love. An amazing word. More to it, the feeling of liberation and tender care. What could be more powerful that is non-binding to money?

Oh and the recklessness and speed we all fall. How Love is so good and yet so painful.. 

I miss you today in my thoughts. 

After all the love I've poured in, I don't know if I can ever love another as much and as furious as I had for you. 

I think it took months for me to realise so many things.. Or rather, to feel the situations. Maybe even more months, to make sense out of all this. 

But I would be lying if I say I never thought of you. 

Running Up That Hill

"So much hate for the ones we love"

The little plastic bag

So I was going to fill in an application form when I realised I needed my passport photo. I went to my cupboard where I thought I had kept them, and panic when I realised it was no longer there. 

I frantically start searching for that photo. That little plastic bag that has the photo. 

And in the midst of finding the photo, I had to start rummaging my cupboard which I have been avoiding. To go and look through and touch what was there. I felt like I needed that plastic bag at that moment because it had so many photos to be exact. I grew sadder and sadder looking through my cupboard that I wish, I never started on the quest.  

It felt like what I'm still doing. Frantically finding myself and has no idea where am I going still. It's like I have lost my life compass and now, I don't know where to begin searching. So I'm searching in every single place where I could put myself through. Messy as my thoughts.