Precious Love

2021-04-25 17:24:55 @preciouslove Open / Comment

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2021-04-24 13:52:13 Guess what I searched? Truth is, didn't find it. But I won't quit. And so the nearest I found then to fit my flimsy justification was Taylor's Willow.

So here's the flimsy justification: Times come, that even though you're on your successful path somewhere, you would miss me. And to honor our memories, you have with you a mellish flower while looking at the night sky, wishing me well too, thus, "may your dreams do come true, too."

How's Willow backed me up? It said "wherever you stray, I follow." And for me still waking up in the dead of night, out there finding just good reasons of your quitting, the song also said, "Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind." Always. (2/2)

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2021-04-24 13:46:24 Dear journal,

Striving to be a nighter with a nonsense reason, I found myself waking up 5:30 am instead of 2am for once-to-an-often realization of not having you anymore. Justifying the reason of your loss. That you are still the one, just kind of, lost, or derailed, led astray. That you are still good to me, that you did nothing wrong. And one of these days you would come back to me.

The thought I had was, as you might already know, about Taylor Swift and one of her songs. Our "recent" song. The one more relatable, dedicated after everything's said and done.

The title of the song was blur but it's lyric included "millish or mellish flowers." Again, I spoiled myself. Believing I'm right. Upon the emergency waking up, I searched right away. If my dreams once again landed me on the best reason I could ever find to fit in, put back to pieces the jigsaw puzzle you mindlessly wrecked. (1/2)

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2021-04-15 08:04:23

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2021-04-15 02:25:46 There's no way
my love will be blocked
by heavy doors and walls;
a force that strong won't be stopped.

The smallest crack
will lead to a bigger crevice
and it'll create a door
getting bigger and bigger
for love to get through.

Like water seeps through
cracks in barren land
my love will find a way
to you.


n.d.w.
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