Warm in your arms

Dear bloggie,

Another day for me to past and move. But i can't. So here i am again, stuck to my seat typing all these.

It was interesting how i could've gone and see the ADUN of DU this afternoon to interview him on OCD with the rest of the last group and yes he speaks with "read-between-my-lines" the politician style... He's also a clinical psychiatrist who's experienced but for how many years i forgot to ask... Yes i was rushing duh. They finished with their questions but i wasn't yet because i'm not their group member and it would make a big difference especially when the take a group picture and i'm not in it but was asked to take for them instead.

I'm actually a little curious with something. When you have a depressed friend who seem to have gone through a trauma and is grieving, what do you ask them and how do you talk to them? I don't wanna hurt you and say the wrong things like i always do (i never say anything right anywhere either) because i am more to the emotional side and things sure aren't gonna get any better. If they are having a trauma and you know that you're the only one who can help them, do you leave them be and is convinced that they're alright when they say they are?

It's 0020 now and i can't sleep. My eyelids are heavy and are draping up pretty soon... I'm really tired. Of everything that's happening right before my eyes. When you said, you only project how happy you are in front of many, i know how you feel. Because i feel the exact thing you do now... You laugh with them; you smile with them; you jump with them. But yet, you feel the torment in yourself like no other whether they are there with you or not because the only thing that keeps up with you are flashbacks. The lost you have and pain that scarred. I know how you feel my love... I just didn't know how obvious is to look at that is all.

Like no other isn't it?

I tried calling you. But my hands go numb, my eyes stare at your name on my contact list, my heart race faster than a race itself. Because i know if i dialed that number on the screen, i could regret for the rest of my life like i always do. I'm afraid my love... Where are you when i need you... I'm loosing my hair just thinking about you.. About your tender touch in my heart and warm hugs that keeps me alive... Why are you leaving me here alone again? Am i scaring you away? But why? Don't you love me as much? Or am i mirroring myself like i have?

Everything i turn to now seem like a lie; other than the ticking hand on the clock that moves by its every second and minute. Even that teases me.

"Close your eyes child," whispers his gentle breath down my shoulder.

"Sleep and rest your mind as how your body needs it too... Let's not be selfish," her porcelain hands brushes my hair and gently places it on her shoulder.

"We will keep you safe for now as you go deep in slumber," he said as a small curve marks his lips.

"We will keep you away from your pain as you go deep in slumber," she said while patting and brushing gently.

"We will make sure you remember that we're all that's worth living for," they said at once by my ears, one on each side; smirks on their naked lips.


Take care bloggie. This place will be all that's worth living for. G'night! Sweet dreams and god bless~