An Open Letter III: Moving On

After 2880 hours, there seems to be a better sign of moving on. I guess we eventually learn to accept things as they are. I used to try to bridge the gap then eventually gave up. For some odd reasons, the other common thing that I guess we share eventually end up as well- I don’t know how - I just realized we no longer have something in common.

In my end, things seems to get a lot better now. I got nothing to worry anymore whether I am at work or at home. Things are getting what they should like to be. With a hole that can’t be filled.

Things can make me busy while other things can keep me happy but there is still that part that wants something else. I guess I have to leave it that way until such time that it stops longing.

People are now moving from one direction to another. I guess I have to move on to a different direction as well. I am planning to stay as long as I can but I end up more lost than someone who is at home.

Maybe, few more hours and this would finally be over. I can finally move on.

An Open Letter II: Bleak Hours

I though the feeling would eventually fade, die or maybe would just cease. After all there is not one soul who knows. I almost tell a friend about it then decided against it. You cannot trust anyone today, sometimes I am even afraid to trust my own soul. But then, it still lingers within me and I know I am losing the battle, when in fact I am just battling with myself.

The worst thing I guess is when you cannot find a way to release your thoughts and feelings. It feels like you are the only one that’s got an issue because you are being bottled up. When there is nothing to do but think, you get to oversimplify things then end up with the bleakest fact, there is nothing between the lines. Just words. No emotions. Just messages that mean to pass the day because there is nothing to do for now.

The analytical part of my brain is trying to think back of the times when I started over rating things. I always say a few more times is all I need and those few more times are eventually gone. Well. Time to lighten up and pushed for a new hours that starts at daybreak when it is brighter to look at things and I can have a clearer sight of what is real.

An Open Letter: I

In the event of the past few days or weeks or months, maybe year/s of us being together, there have been a lot of confusing moments that we had so far. I am getting tired of you and I am starting to get tired of your endless mocking and accusations. Maybe in the future, I will just stop thinking of you but for now, I will keep reminding myself that I should not be thinking of you every second.
I’ve been wanting to ask you a lot of questions. I just cannot think of the right way of asking it without sounding so prepared. It just amazes me how you ask nonsensical questions with me so willingly answering them all.
The one thing I am worried about is talking to you endlessly. I might end up saying things I am not to say. The thing is, I don’t want to end any conversation with you. But then it is so hard to start any conversation with you, without you looking so annoyed. It annoys me when you pretends like you are annoyed because I am annoying. So I just keep on doing things on my own pretending I am busy because I cannot think of anything to say without annoying you.
And this keeps you more annoyed. So annoying!