“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” - Paulo Coelho
to those who kept on returning and checking on this blog, thank you.
i have been in hiatus for months
but it doesn't mean i have forgotten this place.
it doesn't mean that i will stop painting,
drawing, taking photos and writing poems.
some of these were indeed placed on hold for a while,
while i wait for time to stop.
sometimes i wish to hold time and wish a day
to never end. sometimes i wish time could move
fast forward to that day,
that day
which i wish to not end.
but these only happens in dreams
and some dreams seemed reality.
while reality sometimes seems
to be dreams.
since the time i have gone, i've been to places
where i wish to never leave. and soon as i got back
i look back
and my memories feel like everything was just a dream.
my only proof for myself
are the photos i have taken,
and the memories that kept on running over and over
in my head.
i do not feel confused, but it whirls me in the cycles
in my mind. please don't confuse this as something sad,
for it was lovely. all lovely.
the time spent on those places were memories that i wish
to not forget. but i guess they were all
too lovely to last.
and the only sad thing is..
the wait.
and
waiting
for it all to happen again.
and while you wait,
while we wait,
this blog is under construction. my apologies..
---
- "Heaven or Bliss" *image above is my entry for photofriday's topic: circular
to those who kept on returning and checking on this blog, thank you.
i have been in hiatus for months
but it doesn't mean i have forgotten this place.
it doesn't mean that i will stop painting,
drawing, taking photos and writing poems.
some of these were indeed placed on hold for a while,
while i wait for time to stop.
sometimes i wish to hold time and wish a day
to never end. sometimes i wish time could move
fast forward to that day,
that day
which i wish to not end.
but these only happens in dreams
and some dreams seemed reality.
while reality sometimes seems
to be dreams.
since the time i have gone, i've been to places
where i wish to never leave. and soon as i got back
i look back
and my memories feel like everything was just a dream.
my only proof for myself
are the photos i have taken,
and the memories that kept on running over and over
in my head.
i do not feel confused, but it whirls me in the cycles
in my mind. please don't confuse this as something sad,
for it was lovely. all lovely.
the time spent on those places were memories that i wish
to not forget. but i guess they were all
too lovely to last.
and the only sad thing is..
the wait.
and
waiting
for it all to happen again.
and while you wait,
while we wait,
this blog is under construction. my apologies..
---
- "Heaven or Bliss" *image above is my entry for photofriday's topic: circular
This post first appeared on Twisted Thoughts Within My Four Brick Walls..., please read the originial post: here
