i like the feeling of absence.


its the kind of mild, gentle sadness that swallows you when you re sitting inside your room, looking out your window, at the tiny, almost insignificant raindrops on a cool, breezy night.

then i want your arms.
then i want to snuggle up.
then i want to hide in your warm embrace.

its the feeling of appreciation because something isnt there.
precisely because of its absence; i miss it so much more, more often

its the feeling of being empty and half full at the same time.
loneliness overwhelms me; i am slowly being eaten away.
but your warmth surrounds me; and how can i ignore your wonderful existence?

my brain is idle; my hands cold
but how can it be
that every moment
i feel your presence lurking; your hands holding mine

i am not thinking of anything, anyone, anywhere
yet, it is you, your presence, right here, that is by my side.



things are only ever truly beautiful when they are lost.
beauty comes from the brilliance of regret.




*mouth curls into a cheschire cat grin*
i like to brood when its raining.
it always feels the same.
but it never really is.