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Saturday, 28 April 2012

Revolution- Part VIII

Whispers. The whispers created by the unknown, making me believe some promises aren't meant to be broken turned their arrival into an intention of disappearing a couple of nights ago.

And here I am tonight. The bed I lie in makes the saudade, the longing feel less no matter how it feels really. Painful, chaotic or simply unknown. As my body hesitatingly rests on this bed, my internal self hesitates openly for the belief lays inside that I can come out from there..for there are locked doors ahead that I can open.

I begin to hear that specific sound of typical midnight as the clock ticks 3am and I fail to understand whether both, the little chirping and the sound of silence, make any difference to the sensations I initially feel as I wait for the same whispers to get back to me. I still believe they'll come back but as the night continues to pass every moment, it becomes more chaotic to know the wait makes my heart sink deeper in an unusual way. This isn't what I thought it'd be. This isn't what I thought I'd get in, in the first place.

But I'm starting to fall in this nonetheless. Nonetheless and like never before. Never before as I never knew this existed. I feel when the sensations disappear, no matter what it is but I don't feel anything when they arrive. When they reach me. And perhaps that's what makes me complete. The emptiness. Like it has become more of my identity. Its like floating on a large ocean with me being just a piece of paper. Weightless. But still something you can see when you aim your gaze over the greenish blue water. I start falling in this despite knowing how it can enlarge itself once I completely get in.

I'll continue falling. Deeper and deeper. With my lungs and veins feeling the wetness of this warmth. I'll fall. So deep that I'll forget the ways to get back despite knowing the other side of this river and the ocean beside me. The river I've emptied my petals and the ocean I'll devote myself to.


29 comments:

  1. That picture is just so beautiful! :)
    "With my lungs and veins feeling the wetness of this warmth". Favorite line :)

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    1. Thank you, Ruhani. Appreciate it! :)

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  2. No greater joy than falling.

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  3. ehem...
    time to wake up...didnt you hear the alarm going off?
    maybe stop falling and start waking :) aftr all, this is no one night stand :P


    heyy need a help if u can,
    happened to combine my blogspot and google+... any undo trick?

    or anyone out there know???

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    1. No, I enjoy seeing the alarm giving up! :P

      Of course, its always been about walking. :) Thank you for stopping by!

      And unfortunately, I don't know how to undo it. Try Googling it or check settings of g+! Hope you make it.

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  4. Oh my! That image is breathtakingly beautiful and very apt for your post. Like being submerged underwater, in a world all one's own. :) And that word, saudade, it's such a lovely word, it really fits here.

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    1. Its so good to see my new-found favourite writer stop by here! Thank you, first off! :)

      I envy the feeling this picture portrays. Its so mesmerizing! And the word, couldn't agree more!

      Thank you once again! :)

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  5. Very deep and intriguing.. I think I better follow your blog now because I want more! Thank you for the wonderful comment on my blog as well! I love making friends!

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    1. Hey, thank you, Crystal. For stopping by and going through it. I'm glad you liked it! :) Appreciate it!

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  6. not to mention it was very beautiful..

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  7. Goodness, this is a really deep and powerful piece of writing. I loved reading it. The photograph is beautiful too.

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  8. powerful.... extremely powerful...

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  9. Incredibly beautiful, and deeply moving. I love it :)

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  10. A picture says a thousand words. But if they are words like these they'd paint a better picture.

    How do you write so good? How? Tell me your secret, no?

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    1. Thank you for stopping by, first off.

      And lemme tell you, even I don't know the answer. Thank you really very much for your kind words. :)

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  11. This gave me goosebumps! There are some things I never wish to recall again, but sometimes I'm left with no choice. This was painful, but good writing :)

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