How to stop thinking about you
I am far from being just to myself, my mind is filled with images of you — no room for others to step in, no intervention, no distraction. I see you in every scene of my life’s film — In the gentle dances of tree branches swept by the winter breeze, the soft curve of a shining crescent, the joy of flowers bathed in spring sunlight. I hear you in every sound that lingers near — In the symphony of choir voices sung by young hearts, in the roar of conversation about life and love, in the quiet rhythm of the night. I lie awake beneath the weight of my sins, binding your fiery ideas within my thoughts, framing your words within my vision, so that I may exist through you. How can I be fair to myself? When I am trying to see myself through your eternal absence, dwelling in your world, because I find my place in you. Tiffany Putri