Hello everyone~ It's a meee, nmore. It's been a while since I came back here but now I will try my best to be more active. I will need to catch up on a loooot of reading so please recommend me things worth reading to limit my options! (because there's a lot of stuff here on PeakD). Anyway, since it's been a while I'm writing about something easier to digest haha. You may not know it yet but I write freestyle prose and poetry every now and then. I write about love, depression, and heartbreaks. So if you're feeling emotera like me, then let's ride the boat together.
This is a piece I wrote thinking about another couple. Well, they're not really a couple - they just like each other back but don't take any steps to further their relationship. Maybe it's because they're content with what they have right now. There might be other reasons that hinder them, or maybe they're unsure of what they're feeling right now. Whatever it is, this is my own interpretation of their current relationship.
No, we don't talk in the morning
We got our own worlds
but when the day quiets
We have our own world
I'm not sure if this is love
Your laugh's music to my ears
You make my head spin
You make my heart burst
I'll lose all sense of self
No pride. No ego
You weaken me
but it doesn't matter anymore
I'm not sure if this is love
I'll wait for you 'til sun shines
You make my dreams wild
You make me feel alive
No moves left
I'm okay with carrying on
with whatever we have
For now, you're all I see
I'm not sure if this is love
But I'll be your ark,
wherever the waves take us
We'll look toward tomorrow
This piece also reminds me of the time I was new to my current relationship. The standstill and adjustments a new couple have to go through. The constant self-questioning of what is she to me, and what am I to her. But you try to shake off these fears and uncertainties to be with the person who made you feel things you never knew existed. We start to let go of things that don't matter. We become less interested in ourselves as our whole world changes and centers upon them.
There comes a time when things between you halt like the wind to your sails just died. We hope it doesn't blow in another direction. We pray that it only keeps going forward. The waves just keep on pushing and pulling you, and you're holding on to your heart for dear life. Despite the rains and the storms, you fight through it all and smooth sailing has come. As the years go by, there might be strong currents or the sun just beams at you, and your small boat dries up. In the end, the boat is damaged, discolored, patched with sturdy planks and rugged but you're still happily looking toward your destination.
I hope that this piece resonated with some of you. If it does, why don't you share your experience with me?
~Nmore
