All in good time;

Who do you think would run the extra mile for you? This piece of writing can be a bit confusing by the meanings it will portray, as I’m writing this with deep guarantees in my heart that nights can pass by faster and more beautifully if you believe that the sun will shine brighter in the morning, and that your will to live will dominate any other fraction. Through running around the clock doing to-do lists at the start of the day, and trying to omit as much as we can by sunset, through shaking the lists off with an outing or two, getting the most laughs we can until we go to bed again, there exists a few golden clips that keep us standing. It gets you jumping off of your seat running for the rescue of a close person, when you get the feels that they’re getting off the trail, the mere idea of them not being okay fires up this urge inside of you to help and get them going again. Here comes my two wonderings, would you run out of your way to rescue yourself when y

The clock runs faster when you’re enjoying someone’s company.   Try to remember the times you had your hands clapping like a penguin while your stomach was begging you to stop squeakily laughing, or the times you were so comfortable with someone that your curfew had you locked in for a week and you didn’t even give a shit about what troubles you’d be in.  Now, give it a thought, do you recognize that feeling? Do you finally feel your subconscious give your mind a rest? Yep, that’s it, that’s the feeling you should always have, the one where you’re so comfortable and you’re truly in touch with yourself, where time flies just to get you wanting more. That feeling of serenity filling your body, not having to push any feelings or reminders to mind, because it’s the holiday you’ve been waiting all year for. These kinds of memories get stuck on you, they’re the ones you felt mostly yourself in,  your body was full of adrenaline and  your mind was at peace. They’re not one o

We’re talking again, innocently, resurfacing the love feelings of the past that only Nostalgia can care to explain. We share songs we know will make their day, and posts no one else would understand, there’s a bond that will never be broken, as much as it's bend. We both still don’t know if we’re good to each other, if we’re ever going to be, and if we’re ever going to hurt each other, we tiptoe with our emotions, knock on our common interests but never dare to walk in, it’s too soon maybe, we want to make sure it won’t hurt this time, that it’s just right, and it’s not the breaking point of that connection, we need the signals to stay alert so we can still believe there’s home somewhere, that there’s a place that would understand us without a single word, we need to feel hugged through re-blogging the same comfort lines over the same platforms.  It feels like a home in the middle of war, you see, you never know if you’re going to be safe, you never know if you should go back