Just a Hug


Sometimes you feel like a million miles away… untouchable, unreachable.

Sometimes I wish that you’d close that distance and hold me close, just like that. It’s really simple.

To put it in simpler terms… I’m fucking pissed!

I felt unacknowledged, and not important enough.

I said that I’m tired, and all I wanted was to end my day in your arms and escape to a new venture in our dreamland.

But instead, I waited.

I kept waiting.

I waited.

I waited some more, and gave myself a distraction in the form of a mystical liquid that cleansed my nerves and peeled away their cover to make them more fragile and sensitive.

And then I was back in your radar, but I was on the outer circle, weakly beeping on the screen, but not strong enough for you to be able to close that distance as simple as it was before.

A hug wasn’t going to fix this.

Before it would have.

Before, all I needed was just a hug.

Nothing else mattered when my being was intertwined with yours.

But now, I’m too out of reach to be intertwined with you. I’m too far gone to be kept around.

Now, I need more.

Lost Faith


Lost Faith

It’s unsettling when these thoughts start coming to you. It’s out of your control. You feel helpless, and the more you try to control them, the harder it gets to stop them. You want to slow down, pause, stop… Even if it’s just for a second, it might help.

Do you ever question life? Not in the life and death sense, but more of an existential wondering, like what’s the point? And trust me, this is isn’t depression talking or any sort of unhappiness. I’m happy…

I think.

I’ve been having thoughts recently. New kind of thoughts. If I do this or that, then what? What’s the point of it all? What’s the point of living for 70 years and dying? Where does my soul go? Do we reincarnate, to do it all over again, but experience it differently? Or do we go to heaven?

I guess I figured something out right now. My existential questions stem from my lack of faith. Religion was my foundation. I was taught how to pray and how to worship a God I was instructed to believe in and fear. I was shown fear before I was shown love. That great majestic being was someone I should fear in everything I do. That being, who created us all in his image, supposedly, was to be feared.

I guess I had a different perspective on things. I lost my faith in that God slowly and saw something else. I carved my way out of this box everyone put me in and released my thoughts. It was terrifying. Everything I’ve known was suddenly a house of cards. The certainty I had was shook, and it shook me down to the core.

There was a time when I was a soldier in the fight for love, and I still am. Because after I allowed myself to stop believing in everything I was taught, one thought and one belief stood strong, unwavering.

Love.

I chose to see that majestic being as an entity of love.

For me, God is love. I only have this belief now. It’s the only thing I’m certain of.

My existence and my soul are the uncertainty I dwell on. The after, the purpose, the reasons… those are the things that make me unsettled. They drive me into a dark place where nothing matters.

The physical loneliness I so desperately try to avoid is my kryptonite. It’s what my uncertainty feeds on. Sees an opportunity to take over my thoughts, settle deep down in my core, and knock down my pillars.

God is love, but not in a sense that I’m validating his existence. My religion, my holy book, my values, and my God, they’re summed up into one basic but complex term.

Love.

It’s my starting point and basis for everything. However, the unsettling part is that I know where to start, but I have no idea where to end.

Orbiting


Orbiting

Stardust and constellations
It’s where I found myself
In a place of darkness
With the occasional specks of light 

No gravity to hold me
And no path to follow
I stumbled blindly
Across planets of sorrow

My scarred surface
And my hardened core
Crashed against a sphere
A failed star floating alone

Loneliest of all planets
Drifting with no orbit
Its light was extinguished
By a meteor that abandoned it

Its magnetosphere held me captive
Pushing me against the craters
I was tethered like a hostage
To a sphere of dreadful silence 

An escape was tempting
To reclaim my freedom
But I stayed hoping
Perhaps I’ll be its hero

All I Want


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Give me something real…

Not that dreamy look
Nor the empty promises
With the occasional tenderness

Give me something sweet…

A taste of your soft lips
A touch from your callused hands
And a glance from your hazel eyes

Give me a feeling…

Not love… definitely not love
Not another cycle of manipulation
And the inevitable broken promises

Give me your truth…

The real essence of your soul
The stripped version of you
And your exposed unfiltered thoughts

Give me all of that
Give me all I want
And I’ll give you my all