My heart beats for you.
With every contraction of my heart muscle
Your name flows through my blood vessels
Cut me now and I bleed you
Etched on the deepest recesses of my mind,
Your name escapes my lips, subconsciously, I can’t help but let it slip
I meditate on your memory and flatter myself with potent vanity
That your smile was meant for me
I just may be going crazy but my memory is far from hazy.
The moments we shared together, so pure and simple, forever I shall remember.
I am content.
That this is what was and will never be
Like a flash of lightning, we had a spark that flashed bright
But then it disappeared only to leave night
The hand that touched mine, platonic in intent,
Made my heart skip a beat and my breath rush in gasps through the vent of my lungs.
Yet it was not mine to hold
And you are not mine to love
I guess then, we were not meant to be
Its funny how endless a day can seem when it starts – there’s so much time, so many possibilities. You wake up early with every intention of maximising those 24 hours. Sometimes, you even make a list and mentally plan the day ahead. It’s breakfast time and you sit at the kitchen table longer that you usually would, after all, you did wake up earlier than you usually would too. At 10 o’clock, you’re still going strong – there’s a lot to do and you get right to it. Then it’s almost lunch time. Your stomach grumbles and you start thinking of what’s still edible in your fridge. You only got halfway through the first task on your list. But hey, there’s still the rest of the afternoon to finish everything off.
At 2 o’clock, you’re pleasantly satisfied and slightly drowsy from the surprisingly delicious meal you we’re able to conjure for yourself. It’s been such a good day hasn’t it? At 3 o’clock, it still is. At 4 o’clock, you start getting worried. At 5 o’clock, time seems to fly by – you still have so much to do. Then you find yourself scrambling to make use of what’s left of the day. It’s a maddening rush and you don’t know why. Where did the day go? What’s the time now? 7 o’clock? Already?
Time is precious – it’s in fact irreplaceable. Once it’s gone gone, you can never get it back, that’s why it’s called the past. This picture reminded me of that. That time is my best asset.
I’m challenged by it and I want to use my time more wisely from now on; Live every moment, cherish every second. After all, who knows what tomorrow brings, so why not make the best of today.
Till next time,
While walking around in the mall earlier today, I popped in the bookstore to peruse through some books and pass some time.
To my surprise, I came across some great cards with some beautiful quotes on them.
One of my favourites was the one above.
It seems like a nice quote to stick up on your wall and look at everyday, don’t you think? 🙂
Till next time,
If you’ve been here a couple of times, you’d have noticed the change in appearance of my blog. I was having a slow day so I decided to do another makeover. Hopefully I don’t get the urge to change it again anytime soon. I changed my blog name from ‘Design and Conquer’ to ‘Loquacious Living’ (it has quite a nice ring to it don’t you think?).
The idea struck me when I was shamelessly stalking friends of my friends on facebook (don’t judge me, you do it too). I came across a particular person that struck me as incredibly, for lack of a better word, loquacious. His profile was interesting and filled with quirky quotes he came up with himself. Most of his statuses were funny and his photos were all outrageous – they made me want to be in them. Even though I’d never met him, I could almost imagine what kind of person he is and I was pretty sure we could become fast friends. Instantly I thought ‘that’s a great way to live life’; to fully express yourself and your personality. Then, I had an Aha! moment and I was like: ‘Loquacious Living’, that’s it!
I kid – I didn’t scream out in jubilation. Although, a slow smile did creep over my face 😀
According to vocabulary.com “A loquacious person talks a lot, often about stuff that only they think is interesting. You can also call them chatty or gabby, but either way, they’re loquacious.” That to me sounds a bit negative. What’s wrong with talking about stuff only I think is interesting? That way, I’m fully invested in the conversation. It’s a win win situation 😀
Another definition I prefer – 1. talking or tending to talk much or freely; talkative; chattering; babbling; garrulous [Dictionary.com].
I like the “talk…freely” part 🙂 It’s something I try to do in my life – express my opinions, be honest and be true to myself in general. It makes for better friendships and relationships. People can get to know the true you and if they like you then great, and if not, oh well *shrugs*. I also feel like life would be miserable if you had to pretend to be something you’re not. Why put yourself through something like that?
Therefore, from now I have a great new mantra to bring up in random conversations with strangers :D. ‘Loquacious Living’ – the art of living life by talking freely. Sounds like a twitter-worthy-trend even if I do say so myself. But remember, you heard it here first! 🙂
Till next time!
The new logo 🙂
– It’s fast , easy to use and very low maintenance; yes please!
– There’s lots of pictures!!! Sometimes it’s just great to overload your eyes with beaituful images…
– You can upload anything you want; it’s your very own portable pin board with all your favourite things
– It’s different from any other social network out there
Are you on Pinterest? If not, what are you waiting for??? Get to pinning! Find me there too @LoquaciousLinet 🙂
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Sigh, its been way too long!