I don't remember much, but at this time I thought of you. I don't know you but your words made me flattered. Not me. Not me only. But almost everyone in this universe.
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It was started at one night, I was depressed and mood down I took my phone and went out from the hell place. It should be happy but I don't know, I was never myself when I was in that circle of peeps. Perhaps I need space or easy word I lost my way.
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"Lost."
I lost the old me. No more passion or feeling of doing anything. I just wanna run away and go somewhere nobody was there.No more heartbroken, no more comparison. No need to feel this poor inferior. No need to waste my tears. It was hurt to know that you breathe but you feel nothing. It feels like you breathing underwater and you almost drown. I called this helpless. The feeling is hurting you slowly. Makes your chest feel tight and unable to breathe properly and yes, sure I would say this is an indescribable feeling.
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I walked with a clueless destination and I stopped at one place. Opened and scrolled the social media and I accidentally found you. I've stopped reading ever since I finished my school days. But you made me start from the very beginning. So why not? I started back.
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Your words were awesome you made me better and more energetic, mysterious person. I wanna thank you. I still wonder how can you write such a beautiful and full of tranquility words. But maybe, yes I think people are doing more better in words especially when they were in no moods or have a devastating feeling. Perhaps sadness is the stage where you can polish your language and writing skills. Cause I just did.
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I don't know how can I have this feeling but yes. I really hope it keeps on growing like roses. It's good for me. At least I know how to love and care for someone. At least I go out from the wall I built. (Do note that I did not have a crush or anything ).
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Even I never know you more details in person
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Even you're the mysterious person who I only can dream to meet in my imagination world.
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Even I don't know your name. Or even your age.
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I know nothing. Maybe this is much better like this way...
Maybe there's certain thing could never be that I want. I was meant to not know you. It's okay. As long as you're okay. You're inspiring me, honestly.
So perhaps you're the gemstone, you're the precious person exist in this massive world. You have that ability to make me drown together in your world. Weird but kind of happy. At least I found my new friend. Yes. You're the main point I started my blogging world. I never write writing when I was in school days before this.
Why?
I never have that idea to write such a long essay.
I was never a good student.
But just to note, I love to see your post. I love your words. But then everything disappears when I decided to stalk you back.
No posts. 💔
Why are you deleting? My mistake I'm not finished my reading.
I do wonder what happens and I hope you will be stronger. It has been a long time I stop to care about people. You made me start from the back.
Why do I care about you? I don't even know you.
Maybe you're the person I want to see live the life to the fullest. You're the sunshine when my world was dark and full of obstructions. You're the back support when I was in a down mood. Down and helpless, demotivated yet lost my focus.
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I don't know why I'm writing but I know you're not in good mood. Or you're not feeling well. I have no ideas. If the sadness is the immortal thing you think? Darling, please don't. This is not the ending. We are living stage of the world. Everyone could act, everyone could lie. Everyone is competing to keep on living in this world.
There is no ending for every question.
You will end up keep on questioning and you'll keep on wondering.
Quoting from Dr. Anwar Fazal words.
" the truth is
Nobody cares
Just work harder"
.I hope you're fine. I hope you're in the good of health. My request, Keep on writing cause your post is something.
Mr. Anonymous, be strong and come back, please 💪
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