Reaching my mind.

I was reading something. It was an old file but not that old. I suddenly realize I am about to cry. I cried. True, this maybe the emotional side of me, my tears are shallow. But somehow, maybe because this time I was overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed by the feeling I love to feel. I love to feel because it is something comforting. It touches the deepest and most intimate part of my being. Whether or not it is part of my imagination; and whether or not it is a feeling I am just forcing myself to or the circumstances maybe, I love the feeling. Such emotion is beyond compare, beyond the concept embodied in a word. It is something beyond my control at the moment. I could not wait for the time when this becomes mutual. Not only such strange and inexplicable feeling is felt by me but by the one as well. All I know I that right now, right at this very moment… I think of the one.

Inbox.

I am beleaguered with a number of frustrations. I do not have to lay them down explicitly bit by bit. I have known some things previously unknown or just left unnoticed or just deserted to be seen. But since empirical evidences are not present to validate whatever supposition I held right now, whatever conception I have woven remains questionable to a certain degree. How I wished I have not noticed it and neither have been open about it in the first place. But in spite and despite of what happened I am keeping my fingers crossed that whatever signs that have been noticed be recognized and accepted. For whatever signs that have turned out to be illuminated in the past days are true and genuine.