Right Before My Eyes


Isn't this feeling amazing, the feeling of being inspired to write not because you want to vent out and open up to the world the sadness that took the life out of you, dried you inside out, left you with heart rending tears which you can only replace with distressing stories and words.

Some say that people must go through the high and low parts in life but it seemed like I only felt the low ones. It came to the point when I cannot even determine if everything I was saying was an exaggeration or an understatement. My heart fully embraced the cold that the winter season had brought me. It's like I had everything and nothing at all for a very long time. My life clasped only the darkness of the night. And the water from the faucet froze me to my coldest. And I let it be.

But then that one moment comes when I get to feel the high part back in my life, that I don't even care if I was exaggerating or if saying that I'm blissfully happy now is an understatement. Because I'm everything in between,  oh the epitome of merriment. The feeling overwhelms me so much that my mind and my heart bursts out with too much joyfulness, as if I'm about to set myself on fire. But the fire stands as the light in my day, the brightness of the forthcoming summer season, and the everlasting joke that leaves a smile on my face every time I think about it.

I cannot help but wish that this feeling would never come to its end. Because it's like a highly addictive drug that you know would make you only weaker when you stop. And the feeling of waking up and going to sleep gives me so much excitement and contentment. That all the sweet words had become a song in my mind, like a catchy lyric I can't get away from and catch myself singing along  throughout the entire day.

You have become my personal twitter that I felt the need to update every working hour of my day. My very own Facebook that I can share with everything (and mostly random thoughts) on my mind. We've had our own Tumblr moments even if we've only known each other for a short period of time. A safe haven I can always come home to. The one who made me fold all my cards, the one who came too close even when I was a mess and it was too scary to see everything I hid inside.

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