MINUSCULE MEMOIRS

saat - I

7.1 | wondering

" it is already there or maybe it's not "

is it too hard for me to fall in love?
is it too hard to look past the hazy morning mist to find your lover holding white peonies with dewdrops fresh on their white petals

i wonder if i am broken beyond repair, i've read 'what you seek is seeking you', so is this true that love is on its way to find me too.

closing my eyes, my lips parted involuntarily and a silent prayer left them in the cool morning air

maybe it already did while i was too busy looking for pearls in the abysm of the cerulean disregarding the brightest one already in the sky

have i failed to fix the broken pillars of my once peaceful abode as i was licking the blood from my earlier wounds clean, these newfound blows just tore them open once again

so does this mean everything went in vain
everything was mine or at least a part of me
my blood, my wounds, my paranoia

i wonder if the reason is me

and somewhere we all know the answer to that

runahem