Wistful Wednesday

[image source: YOONA (Youtube) ] A story ~ To You "I love paintings too much, love colour too much, love seeing too much, love feeling too much, love art too much, love too much..."     -Keith Haring Journals, 1988 I never chose to live, but after so many years, I still cannot fathom how wonderful it is. But, because I never chose to live, it sometimes hurts too. Why is it every morning, once I arise, the tears that I yearn for don't fall from my eyes? They just sit there, waiting for me to feel it all again next time. I'm so sick and tired of it. I can't afford to feel this way, because others take so much time reminding me of why I can't, instead of why I can. Why can't I just walk on the same side of the road that everyone else is? I wonder if I was birth-blessed to relish so greatly in an inhale and miss so much in an exhale; another minute of life is a dagger planting a seed into my heart but birthing a flower on its tip. Since I was younger, I wished...

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[image source: Yukika Official (Youtube) ] A story ~ Insomnia On some nights, I used to draw my gaze on a blank wall, and wonder if you were thinking about me. Without any more glances in my direction, and without a single conversation made for me, I slowly fell into an eternal dream in the hours past sunset. You became a transient ghost that danced in my memories with the scent of black magic roses.  I would curl up in my bed sheets, my arms caressing the base of my pillow, wishing that every empty crevasse I touched in the sultry, forbidden darkness was filled with you. Eventually, during these visions, notwithstanding the first moment you called me a friend, I began to wince at subsequent attempts my body took to fall asleep. I did my best to keep you in my mind's eye as long as I could. But, I could never win. As the scent of you trailed off into each night's indigo sighs, I was lured deeper into a paralyzing coma. "Is it real, or a dream? Would you care how I feel?...