he and his flower

he wraps his beautiful fingers on the stem, and with his inalienable long eyelashes

that hang firmly on his eyelids, he burns the image of the flower onto his retina.

he admires the flower silently, accompanied by a grin on his face. 

he closes his hazel eyes, grin slowly turns into a smile 

and so the smile disappears. 

he shifts the flower closer to enhance the fragrant of the flower

and at that moment, he swears that the flower is ethereal. 

sunday

"Dusk, I realised, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are: there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart?" 

Nicholas Sparks

switch

too much tears wasted.
not sure of what i am anymore.
what will happen if i stop caring.
i don't want 99.99% but 100%
be consistent.
don't you know how much you are going to hurt people,
just by being unsure of how you feel.
think,
how unfair it is for them.
think,
and feel.