Alas, your absence tears me to shreds, once again, I find my emotions tangled like cobwebs in an attic. The shudder-inducing feel of bitter captivates me grudgingly.
I have a feeling of nostalgia from time to time. I find myself thoroughly immersed in the tears I weep, and drenched in the coldness of it. The despair unfurls within me, and it makes my stomach churn unpleasantly.
Mother, I hurt, I cry, I mope and I pout endlessly but most of all mother, I wake up every morning and I remember the thing that hurts the most is not the pain I possess, nor the loss I've experienced but rather the fact that you are not beside me. As I sit here and quietly contemplate to myself, I desire but one thing: a solution, a backdoor to my misery.
I feel no release to my pain, I feel no progress nor improvement. I feel that somewhere, somehow, the earth is scorching with fire, the same way my heart burns with agony.
Then suddenly in the midst of it all, I see a bright light appear out of nowhere. I see hope, I see you. The birds as they once flew, the butterflies as they once hovered in front of my eyes... as I laid peacefully on the green grass. I miss the rhythm of my feet as I pranced through the green fields and open air, leaping with joy and utter fulfillment, the wind blowing ecstatically through the roots of my hair. I miss the feel of love and compassion that encompassed me through the good days and the bad. I miss how the stroke of a hair or the kiss on a cheek can fill your heart with optimistic cheers.
I. MISS.YOU.
Mother, I hurt, I cry, I mope and I pout endlessly but most of all mother, I wake up every morning and I remember the thing that hurts the most is not the pain I possess, nor the loss I've experienced but rather the fact that you are not beside me. As I sit here and quietly contemplate to myself, I desire but one thing: a solution, a backdoor to my misery.
I feel no release to my pain, I feel no progress nor improvement. I feel that somewhere, somehow, the earth is scorching with fire, the same way my heart burns with agony.
Then suddenly in the midst of it all, I see a bright light appear out of nowhere. I see hope, I see you. The birds as they once flew, the butterflies as they once hovered in front of my eyes... as I laid peacefully on the green grass. I miss the rhythm of my feet as I pranced through the green fields and open air, leaping with joy and utter fulfillment, the wind blowing ecstatically through the roots of my hair. I miss the feel of love and compassion that encompassed me through the good days and the bad. I miss how the stroke of a hair or the kiss on a cheek can fill your heart with optimistic cheers.
I. MISS.YOU.