In Wonderland.

My heart felt warm and full.

mkp.

Long Distance.

Sometimes it feels like a small sting. I can easily brush it away and readjust my focus on something that doesn’t even remotely remind me of you. But other times, it’s like a long, intense migraine. It beats my head like a hammer until it is sore and my entire body is a pile of limp limbs just slumped on the bed. I listen to stupid songs that remind me of you, just to pass the time. For the days to pass. For you to come home, but never knowing when you actually will. I try not to make any plans and to keep myself free, just in case you decide to come home for a few hours. Just enough time for me to hear your voice and see the corners of your mouth pull up, exposing those sweet dimples sitting on your cheeks. Sometimes, I can get lost looking at your smile. It makes me want to get lost within you, as I melt and puddle in your pores. Though it was just last week, it feels so far away from me. And lately, it’s been like this more often than not. And lately, to say that it is “unbearable” is an understatement. Because, lately, I feel the distance. It's cold and bitter, and it is alive and beating in my chest. It is everywhere I look and it is all I see. And yet, it's numbing. It feels like the worst torture. But to know that you are on the other side, waiting for me makes all of it okay. I welcome it, knowing that it will lead me to you.

mkp.

Call Me a Safe Bet.

I can't believe it's been a week of March already. Time moves too fast for me.

mkp.