They can see through you though. Don’t try to hide it, any of it. Don’t try anymore. They’ll know you’re lying, in your perfect world, as imperfect as it may be, flawed by design, it’s okay to feel ashamed and hopeless.
Sing for me, if you have to leave, let me hear your haunting melody one more time so I can cry a thousand times over your sweet voice. Sing for me, if you have to leave, sing for me so I can hear you in my dreams.
The wind whispers often here, not pleasant, but soothing for me. The silence finds refuge inside and it’s hard to accept it. During the darkest part of the night, the wind screams and howls, I can almost understand it, as if, we both are looking for some sort of comfort, some … company.
Excerpt from Notes From the Traveller’s Christmas Journal (The Finale) By Michael Daaboul
There was someone.
Back then, you were quite strong.
No illusions. No mistakes.
But you will, of course.
Now, you have become careless.
With nothing to say.
But lots of pain.
You can tell them.
I was told you shouldn’t make the one you love your everything, because if you do breakup, you will have nothing. That doesn’t seem right to me. I can’t imagine anyone would dive head first into a relationship having thoughts of breaking up. You’re supposed to hold on to everything, they’re supposed to be your everything, their supposed to hold on for you. If they don’t, why should you risk the one who will?