and if by any chance you let me rest
in your arms again, please tell me
that you mean it.
never truly resting,
ae
many people has seen me sleeping already but only you know that i cannot sleep without something covering my eyes.
so you put your palm over my lids to cover it from the light and whispered, "pahinga ka na." rested— i feel. that whenever the touch of your bare skin hugged my weary soul, the tiredness fade into void.
buddies knew how much i hate physical contact, but have you seen me cling my entire being to you just because your touch feels like being cradled in a soft lullaby. the world is noisy and so my mind. however, sweet love, all of them feels like whisper when you're near.
i loved what happened, especially waking up with your fingers caressing my hair as i tightened my grip at the moment i knew was fleeting. i didn't even bother to ask. how is everything a casual friendship to you?
so when you said again, "pahinga ka na," i knew i can never truly rest.
