From being completely happy, to feeling completely miserable in a span of twelve hours.
He walked in a mall full of people, yet still felt that he was so alone.
Sometimes he just feels so overwhelmed with emotions, he cries.
He feels restless, add to it the the bags he is carrying under his eyes fitting his problems.
He used to always feel like he was in Cloud 9. Now, he only feels like he’s in a cloud of lies.
He wanted to kiss as many lips as he can to remove the stamp of her lips on his mouth.
But he still loves her.
He loves her so much he kept apologizing to the bathroom wall for taking the punches meant to somehow ease his problems.
Nevermind the pain on his hand, he just wanted to feel something else aside fom the groping sadness that enevelopes him.
He is tired and restless, but still hopeful.
He’s hopeful that maybe on his way to his destination, somewhere along the way he’d meet the person who’d help him carry his bags, and together they’ll climb the clouds.
Someone who is more than a temporary solution to his loneliness.
Someone waiting who is just as excited and has been looking at her watch constantly wondering what’s keeping him so long.
Someone to share the happy ending that never was.
Rambling Perspectives 