I wonder if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me. That some incident in your life, would have finally taught you the value of my worth. And you will feel a surge of longing, when you remember how I was good to you.
When this day comes I hope you will look for me. I hope you will look with the kind of conviction I'd always hoped for, but never had from you. Because I want to be found. And I hope it will be you --- who finds me
The beauty of words in wisdom
the beast could lay beneath careless assumptions
The songs that once played
can be soothingly humming
and yet ear deafening
The promises once made
brings forth a future of hope
or destroys heart of trust
The beauty of words
The beauty of literature
is only its beauty that lays within
Friday, August 22, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
Do you know when you've lost something -- like your favorite t-shirt or a set of keys -- and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searchinh, maybe necause it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place -- until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.
Everyone has one -- an inventory of lost thinga waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.
I think this is where I belong -- among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.