Being alone doesn’t mean you’re lonely. It just means that you are comfortable with yourself. You enjoy your own company. You know yourself better than anybody else. You like doing things on your own as you like the feeling of fulfillment it brings. You like watching the world go on as if it’s a movie scene. You like wandering on earth with no one to hinder your adventure. You like staying on the corner to have your own peace of mind. You like painting your own world with the colors that define you. You are just being you. No need to fret, no need to mind how people see you. No matter how they think that your a weirdo, that you are depriving yourself by not trying to fit in, you know better. You know that you’re doing just fine. You are contented with the peace and simplicity of your world. You have a different way of having fun, yes, but you are happy. I know you are.
Typing with care,
PS. Have a good night sleep. You deserve it.
How do you tolerate your own clumsiness, forgetfulness and stupidity? How do you tell your self that it’s okay to spill the coffee all over the table, trip yourself over in no particular reason, take note of what time you took your break only to come back late because you forgot the time, or do a simple kitchen task only to burn yourself and be reminded by the scars?
How do you accept your own kind of weird thoughts? How do you tell yourself that it’s normal to wonder about death and afterlife right after watching a romantic comedy movie, to let your mind wander before drifting to sleep, or to be fascinated by the thought of rain pouring on a sunny day?
How do you deal with your own demons? How do you tell your self that it’s fine not to forgive and forget as you just don’t want for bad things to relive, to be not expressive thru words or actions as you weren’t born that way, to cry out of frustration and anger but not be able to shed tears due to pain, to prefer being alone yet contented than be lonely within a crowd, to push people away in fear of them leaving, or to blame yourself almost everytime and sulk in the corner?
How do you love your whole being despite the things you hate about your self? Sometimes, you really don’t. But who else will, if you won’t?
I still don’t know how, but I sure will learn in no time.
Run as fast as you can.
Forget about the unspoken words.
Forget about not doing as you’re told.
Search for your own kind of bliss,
The one to bring you mirth.
You are of unique kind,
A treasure beneath the sand.
So please, just run as fast as you can,
You wouldn’t need anybody’s hand.
Why are you staring back at me with those eyes?
filled with unshed tears,
filled with untold fears.
This is what you wanted,right?
A taste of short bliss,
A peek of yesterday you’ve missed.
Stop staring at me like that, will you?
Stop telling me I never once told you.
Because I did.
But you didn’t listen.
You didn’t care.
All you wanted was a sad story to share.
She told me she’s never gonna look back.
That she’d never walk that path. .
But she seems to forget how she marked that day.
That day when she realized that things don’t come easy,
that pain would always be there.
Now she’s trying to knock at the door, take a peek of what’s behind.
Like she’s never seen it before,
Like she hadn’t been there before. .
She’s trying so hard to hide her smile.
But I could see right through her,
I could feel her soul.
I know she’s happy,
How could I save her from another false happiness?
When I know everything would just end up in a mess?