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Dear M. I. O, I hope this meets you in good health. Who am I kidding, it'll never come close to meeting you but I'll write and while at it, pretend you're reading this. I'll make this brief. I know I left with no traces. I am a living ghost. They see me yet are blinded to my existence. You my chouchou I've over time become one of 'Them'. This doesn't bother me one bit, if for anything, I love it. The invincibility comes with a warm cold peace. The pindrop silence all around me makes it easy to hear you coming. I know you'll come and that's why I'm still waiting. It's been two years, my mind is tired but my heart is strong and waiting. I am guessing you've learnt some basic French now. I laugh out aloud sometimes when I imagine you saying words like: j'ai faim, je suis fatigué and saying je t'aime to me. Take care of you and don't over work yourself. Love, Chouchou |
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Let me start from the beginning The birth of an old me I was an irregular breed in a regular space But I was happy They all found me weirdly different But I thought me to be normal What does normal mean to you ? Amidst all the madness of constant loneliness, Papa fading off the picture and Mama too busy to warm a couch I befriended the voice in my head and our conversations were and still is superb I grew, fast, really fast He spoke to me No Not an actual voice But I swear I could hear his voice from his chat And it sounded just like the voice in my head He sounded exactly like me I found a me in the opposite sex The weird self talks have blossomed into a talk with an actual being One I could see, touch and hold He had the most beautiful smile It seemed perfect Still is In my head It was a union of perfection Untill I found out his true intent He walked in to my life Out of my head Just to whisper into my hearts ears "nothing is real" He leaves, this time not in a hurry But with swag Knowing fully well the the absurd moi will keep searching for "real" till my dying day F. T.O. J. A. S |
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Sitting in a halfly lited room with a bowl of uncooked beans in front of me wondering why you haven't picked up your phone to dial my digits. Why? I shouldn't let this be a boarder but I can't go through my day normally without constantly wondering why? Why do I miss you this much? I know I shouldn't be open to such pleasurable but yet painful feeling but thoughts of you have consumed my entire being. I miss your smile and how you look at me without even looking. How beautifully those glasses sits on your nose. How large your hands are. I touch them now but yet feel nothing. I stare into your eyes but my gaze is met with emptiness. You, my sweetest, are here with me even if it's in a fantastical reality, my own mysterious world, I know you are here. I should pick up my phone and call You now, just to be sure you are still there, still breathing, just to hear you say hi baby But I can't No I can't I can't even when I want to I can't cause I need you to show me how much you want me Show me you yarn for me as much as I for you Show me you'll catch me even when I'm falling backwards Show me simply you care Care enough to be here, always and forever Just show me But alas! ! Times up !!! This is how things should be Should remain This beans won't cook themselves... |
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