The Diary of a Late Bloomer (34)

Grew up in a small town 

And when the rain would fall down 

I’d just stare out my window 

Dreaming of what could be 

And if I’d end up happy

Breakaway, so stay!

She had then no better option than triving, striving and winning; the given game of life. She had enough of sorrow but not to make it an excuse to make a stop; yet another reminder to humbling outright even already in self-sufficent. Much as it tired her out the walking, much as it is somehow hazy still the future view, she keeps firm the tomorrow’s mysteries as a given divine gift. As cauticiously she made traces in leaving the seconds of the wholeness of time, for yet a breakaway, yet an invention of undiscovered side. She tried her best to revel in the most terrifiying thunderbolt. She used then of the worst to expect the least, but worth still even only a small leap. She denied not of feeling misplaced but the best she dealth with it. Would she ever touch the sky?all she knew, future would not betray present effort, so stay! 


Wanted to belong here 

But something felt so wrong here 

So I prayed I could break away


The Diary of a Late Bloomer (32)

I can take your hands
And you can take my heart

And you keep it, save it


Does your heart want what it wants all the same?

She left the soul only to be cherished. She traced back in a flash, it always brought her two cheeks crimson blush. “If I am to define why he causes a lasting tremor in my stomach, this line from the Great Grastby perfectly portrays him,’If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.’ Not to that extreme extent, like any souls in a game of love, exaggerating is par for the course.” She knew what drew him in, the better acquaintance she was, the more she was assured. For the heart gave justifiable reasons, the many reapraisal only to make a confirmation bias, but she let her heart made compromise with the brain, for what it really wanted. “When everyone is looking for, I think I have found it all in you.”  

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (26)

Because in my eyes, you are mine

She made pause a played movie in the head. There, he was sitting in front of her, looked at her dearly. Consoling the grieving and mourning of lost moments came haunting hither and thither in every spare time remambrance. She felt her heart abound by the sudden popping up No matter where you go, I won’t be very far, ‘‘Cause in my head I’ll be right there where you are,” It was to make her longing no lesser, if anything, greater. Had she could beg for different, to have him by her side, . There the figure whispered her melodies to be blown by the passing wind. “‘Cause love has no distance baby, Love has no distance baby. No, not when it comes to you and me.” She held dearly in frame of mind the last bumping into him. It was to be cherished forever, to be kept sacred. Because distance is of little issue, insofar as she had the soul stayed put, she felt the lost time invested.