This heart...
Aches
Shakes
Fakes
Grates
Quakes
Breaks.
I wish these aches would stop making me shake in fear and fake a smile as these feeling grates against my bones and has me quaking for an uncertain future that is bound to leave me broken.
(c) 2011, Hazlin Aminudin
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Freedom |
My hand entangled in your strong ones
Walking down these shopping aisles
past many flavours of the week
We may very well be
running through open fields
An endless sunset making patterns
to which our shadows dance
Windswept hair kissing flushed cheeks
We might as well be
flying
Weightlessness taking over
Clouds between our toes
Praying Infinity finds us
as we grasp on cerulean dreams
passing above way over our heads
And even as reality sinks in
gravity pulling us aground,
Truth is
these moments just being with you
grant me Freedom.
(c) Hazlin Aminudin, 2011
I haven't been writing. That's stating the obvious. But my mind's been raging. So many months have passed since I've been able to put pen to paper and let flow these unsaid words; well, in a matter of speaking. There are many things I want to say, but so little energy is left for me to say them.
Who am I kidding? I'm just lazy. This mind has been too preoccupied to exercise my vocabulary into some meaningful prattle that I can find comfort in. Not that I am in any discomfort, but writing eases my mind into solace that drains me of words and thoughts that is like a cancer in me. It empties me to receive loving thoughts and warmth into the spaces of myself.
Here's to myself, to reminding myself to pour more of these thoughts into these limitless spaces to make room for more in my head.