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I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
And I will do as I live.


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Adorn you.
Friday, December 23, 2016

As I shut the world out, Miguel is doing his runs on "Let my love adorn you", i look out of my train windows from my first class seat, I find myself at a peaceful yet doubtful state of mind. It's definitely the countryside view as we're approaching Leicester.. the grand green field of grass, windmills, cottage houses - they bare something raw, something cold but a few rays of light manage to fill us up a little inside. It's definitely the joy, the butterflies in my stomach once again - it's that feeling when I do, or see something new. It's the train ride, a new sight I'm seeking. Stephen was right, we both are quite "discontent" people, new things excite us - though they do not necessarily mean better of course - hence I easily feel down or up, and pleased or disappointed with life. 

It's looking dry outside but I'm sure the dews would have revived the trees and grass. Almost feels like hopes among the fearful. I feel so close yet so far from myself. Something unsettling. I could do with a cigarette. I could do with a hug. I can't keep running away. 

Is it magic? When I'm with you.  

It scares me sometimes how all it takes for me to fall under your feet is your smile. Your love for me can never be compared to. Yet, your blues eyes doubt me. Your look questions my black dark soul. 

Maybe we could have been simpler. Not there. But here. This breeze and cold can freeze this moment. We can be forever here. But maybe that is it. Just here. We belong here. 

London - Leicester.