Min the Wise
female, 109 |
student/wanderer
the city / U.S.A.
member since 15.01.2004
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... life is full of ups and downs...
Where are you, my love?
Somehow I wish that you are here with me, to hold me and to love me, so that the world is not so lonely as it is ...
Out of many, you picked my name at thrice, when I only put one while others put many. I have always known that... What is the intangible thread between us? Is it imagined? Is it real?
I wish I can read minds so the ceaseless wondering would stop ... how can I tell you what I truly feel when the wall is forever between us ...
Ahh, how many years has it been since I first looked into your eyes and felt my world shifted? You talk in riddles and I respond with truth. Will this dance continue forever?
What exquisite pain is the heart that beats underneath my ribs? What is the boundary between night and day, flight of fantasies and uncertain memories?
What is wisdom? What is love? What is life? What is death? What, if anything, is meaning?
When you tell someone "I adore you" anonymously, what does it mean? When you say "I will never forget you," what do you mean? Why do I think you and I understand each other, but no one is willing to chance the crossing, the point of no return, even if perhaps, the reward is our deepest desires, failure our greatest fears ... Will we ever be ready?
I dreamed of you again last night, just when I wanted to end this tangled web. Is it really my subconscious that does not want to let go? Can there actually be a spiritual, intangible connection between two people? Why are there times when we are so sure of the other's thoughts, even when we are not together? Is sixth sense real?
Yesterday you heard the big news. Congrats! I wish I could be there, celebrating with you! Know that I will always be there, cheering, believing and loving you. Always. Always. Always.
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Somehow this is very appropriate to post here:
"Love, to me you are love,
To my soul you are a conquerer.
With a glance, you are my silence.
You are my faith -- my path.
To me you are love.
Love, to me you are love,
To my spirit you are a kiss,
Your lips are a fever.
You are my soul -- my comfort.
To me you are the earth."
Indeed, to me you are love.
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There are times when the loneliness is like a skin wrapped around me ... whenever, whereever I am, you are always in my thoughts, you are part of me as necessary as each breath of life. I didn't ask for this, I didn't. Yet, why do I feel that no matter where I am on Earth, no matter what I am doing, I never feel truly happy unless I am with you. I miss you, always, and I feel that sense of aloneness, of incompleteness keenly, always, when I am taking a walk, when I am talking to my friends, when I am reading a book, suddenly sth would remind me of you. |
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