Footprints

I find foot prints one of the most mystical things in the world. Imagine your life as a beach. People that you have met are like the foot prints on the beach. Some prints are deeper than the others while some are barely visible. Once, the prints are washed away, you’ll step on that spot to keep the prints there. Those prints are the ones by those that you hold close to and keep in contact with regularly. While the rest, when they are wiped away by the back wash, that have vanished are those people that you have forgotten or chose to let go. It’s pretty cool, when you think of it. This is just how everyone’s life works. But above all, even those prints that you have chosen to let them disappear might bound to come back some day. One day, they will just contact you and cause an impact on your life, leaving their marks on the beach once again. It’s like when someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can still come back to you, even at the most unlikely times. It’s pretty amazing and scary how everything is gone and washed away by the waves and then in the next moment it is back for more. This could be good, in a way that there is still a probability that lost touches could still come back. Like swimming or cycling, even though you might have stopped for years, the skill would never be lost, just rusty. Like friends that you have stop contacting, they are not lost just at a different place and environment now. Okay, at this point you might be thinking, so how is this scary? Isn’t it good? Well, when people choose to let someone go, you don’t wish for them to come back (sometimes). Because they bring memories that you have buried back to life and those are the kind that you wish would stay the hell out of your path and not drag you back to hell. It’s heartbreakingly pain to have to relive memory lane. That’s where are the happy memories become knives and stab you asking if you’re dead yet. Maybe my description is a little scary, but that’s how I feel.

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The way he just address her makes her feels special. He doesn’t calls her by babe, darling or honey, but he just calls her by her name. Yes, it might not seem like much, people call each other by their name all the time. That is what their names are for isn’t it? But one day when someone grows tired of all the cute or stupid nicknames their friends or partner gives them, by calling them by their name I the most genuine. Before she didn’t know, till one of her friends told her so. At that moment, when the understanding came, all the question marks in her head converted to warmth. It was heart-achingly sweet for him to do such a thing. Then again, maybe he does that everyone else.

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In my mind, i see a beach

With miles of golden sand, I see a group of children

All standing there hand in hand.

The children smile, and wave at me, and call me to their side.

And in my thoughts, I walk to them

Though i want to run and hide.

I know i belong with them, I feel we are all the same.

Cos though the sun tanned our skins, beneath lies guilt and blame.

They tell me they've waited, just waited there for me, 

and now that i am with them, we must walk into the sea.

The waves are much fiercer, the waves engulf my head,

and hand in hand we are all drowning, joining the dead.

Now it feels peaceful, at the bottom of the sea, 

For now the hurt's been washed away, my mind has been set free.

- Scarred

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Some are hidden by long sleeves and baggy sweatshirts,

Behind bloodshot eyes, a smile which shines so bright

And stale breath written in light graphite on crinkled sheets

In shoeboxes,

Therapy sessions and 2am text messages.

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There is a stillness, when even the gentle flutter of butterfly wings feels like a hurricane.

The moment when the crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost to the serenity of salty dreams.

When tall trees stand to attention and every leaf pauses, takes a deep breath and holds it in.

It’s there, beneath the maddening silence, I hear your name.

An echo of you.

-          - Michael Faudet

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Yeah so, these are the two quotes on tumblr that caught my eye. I find both pretty meaningful.

Yupp. So that’s all for today

Goodnight midnight bunnies(: