March 28, 2008

Your sincere words is my last breath
With you, I reach over the surface
Loneliness is what we consume
What is me without you
Not a beautiful song
But a light humming sound

I remember when we were younger, I had you every Sunday morning sitting on our bunk bed, writing our diaries and hid them in our shared cupboard. Having our favorite cartoons marathon and getting cheered by sweet advertisements. We often found ourselves fighting but so desperately longing for each other’s presence.

When the dark came, we stayed awake and never slept so still, The world outside felt so unseen at night and we both loved dreaming of growing up, being on our own.

Now the sea has floated you away from me, and someday, just like you said.

You will take me with you.


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