It's already been months ever since i felt this thing before
The emptiness crawling into the deepest corner that even I, myself cant stay even for a second
As I stare on the mirror-- I cant help but to weep
Im feeling so much grief for myself
At that moment I want to jump right inside and offer a tight hug
To keep my ears open and the other me would utter the words I've been longing to hear
Those soft kisses that will fill the void; the hole that just pops out from nowhere
As it travels from my forehead across to my face
I would love to watch how your eyes speaks for itself
I want to feel the calmness when someone caress your hair
Even if its not the perfect one, still i want to
I want to feel how those fingers will run softly into the strands of my hair and will never doubt anything but instead will rock me to sleep
That it would be like a magic, a pixie dust sprinkled over me
I'll fly up to the highest place i could ever touch
Maybe one of the stars or the moon that shines so bright
I'll take my time wandering up there
Because i will never know if I could ever experience it again
I want to tell myself all the silly jokes I've been crying to tell but afraid that they wont laugh
I want to know how it feels when someone trusted you like how you trusted them with your heart and everything in between
That you'll take the risk of jumping over a cliff
Because you'll know ill be there with you
I just want to know how it feels to be held so tight
That they would put up a fight just for you to stay---
On a single thread;
It wont matter how thick or thin the chances of survival will be
Neither wont be a matter of the percentage and probability of a gain or loss
Because whatever may be on the other side
That someone would still take the risk to jump with me
To choose a one starry night with me instead of choosing million of blue sky with someone else
The one that would sing the song "I'd rather" by Luther Vandross softly in my ears
Not minding even if it is out of tune
But to mean every word, phrases, sentences, stanza and sentiments--
To be trusted
Means to be love
And
To be known
Means to be recognize
May the asteroids outside the galaxy hear my heavy sigh.
Iska.
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ˈSoliloquy
Poetryso·lil·o·quy /səˈliləkwē/ noun an act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.
