histórias de Writtenparoxysm

We are just trying to articulate something illegible through poetry and colors of paints amidst this tornado of our oblivion. We are just trying to shine as we dance towards each other while the luminescence of our eyes speaks for our souls. We are just trying to be defined, portrayed, and characterized-and we found each other to tell the tale of our abstract paradise.

A collection of love letters, monologues, footnotes, and drafts of my innermost sentiments. These are the secret stories in my life I have told no one, with characters and plots that either hold a place in my heart or have taken a part of it. To my former friends, lost lovers, and serendipitous strangers whom fate has somehow inscribed in the lore of my life, stay on. One of these soliloquies might be for you...and there will be others to come soon. Author's Note: This is one of the growing collections in the garden of the lover's poetry.

To my most loathsome almost-lover, this is a collection of things I want to say to you but would rather not let you know. The moon shall be my confidant because my peace requires that you stay unknown.

Some love happens too fast to be deemed true. Some love fades away so swiftly that it doesn't approve to be grasped as a memory. Some love is enormous it calls to be screamed. Then there's my love for you that is the same yet different. A love so forbidden I could only appreciate it through deep breaths and closed eyes. A love that should be hidden because it existed at the same time when a timeworn affection pleads to come back to my life. A love that humbly appeals to be heard as blurs-making me settle to tell the world...even just in whispers. Updates every Saturday at 5:30 PM GMT+8. Welcome to the story of a fleeting love.