I kept myself busy with imagining things, drawing images, drawing faces and situations in my mind, and sometimes making it kiss the pages of my notebooks. I convinced myself that there's this someone who sees me differently, who loves every bit of me even if it includes my flaws.
I made an image of a man, not a boy, who sings and plays the piano with me. In a room we call our own, there's a grand piano, lillies on a crystal vase, books we love to read together, sketch pads, a white couch comfortable enough for late night tv shows, movie tripping and cuddling, and a big window with the view of our garden outside with fireflies by night and butterflies by day. It's a small white room where we can dance holding each other close on rainy nights. He loves drawing images of me, how I laugh, how I let my hair down though it sucks and I would draw him back on a distorted version. And we'll do the things we love doing together. We'll share our dreams and bring things to reality one by one.
Surprisingly this made me feel better. This made me somehow positive inspite of being drowned in pain these past days. The idea of someone so wonderful, a life full of joy, who wouldn't want that?
This is all crazy I know, right. But it's not that impossible that this man exist. I know he does. I know he's somewhere waiting. I just need to let myself breath for now, fix myself and prepare for his grand entrance in my life.
(UNNAMED), just know that I'll be here waiting, with a pen and a pink rose in hand. :)
(songs which serve as inspiration for building dreams and hopes.)
He's different from the other one, isn't he?
ReplyDeletewho's the other one tita? :)
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