inspirational reading

The Marked Haiku Series
Chapter Thirty One: The Soulmates

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Passion

Passion is not always inherently obvious. At times, it is not until we begin to work and delve in that we realize how much we truly love and enjoy it. As such, we should hold off on making decisions and dedicating ourselves to a practice before examining all of our possibilities.

I want to touch you. But not your skin. I want to see your eyes. I want you to look at me as if you’re trying hard to figure out something. I want to see you smile, the kind of smile that you never show to anyone. The kind of smile that reveals who you really are. I want you. The good and the bad. The confuse and sad. The jolly and silly. I want each and every single part of you —from your body to your soul— from your mind to your heart. I want to hold you and break everything that hurts you. Let me see you. Let me pass through that high wall of yours. Please let me, just let me see you. I just want to know that you’re truly happy.
—  ma.c.a // Let me feel you
And maybe
the most terrible—
yet the bravest thing
I’ve ever done,
was to continue walking
no matter how slow
my feet move,
no matter
how many times
I took a rest
and sat on the ground—
to stand up
and travel
this tough road
of mine,
when all I ever wanted
was to come back
to that wonderful moment
when things
never seem
to be wrong,
when things never hurt
so much—
and when everything
seems perfectly fine.
—  ma.c.a // Long Way Home

Then she thought
that love was
a poison
that has
no antidote,
but he made
her realize
that it was both.

Because love
can either
kill us
in a way
that we’ll refuse
to move,
or it can make
us feel alive—
and sometimes—
with hope
it keeps us
on taking a step
forward.

—  ma.c.a // Let me breathe
I wish I can love you. I can love you without anyone blocking my way—without any bridges slowly breaking in between us. I wish I can love you, without being nervous—without having the fear of you not loving me back. I wish we’re reading the same page. Where you and I have agreed and hoped for the same thing. I wish it could be as smooth as water and as beautiful as something we’ve never seen before. I wish to have these feelings for you would be easy, simple and not complicated as it is now. I just wish for things to be in our favor, but things were not. You were not. That I guess I’m walking on a lost street where you can’t see me. It seems that I am alone in this world of feelings—a place where my heart had brought me. I hope that someday, I’ll be courageous enough to let these feelings go. I wish that someday, I can move forward without hoping that you’re just right there at my back.
—  ma.c.a // I wish you feel the same way