Can You Hear That?

View from Damai Sentral

[Note: To be read at a slow pace with a slight pause after every line]


Can you hear that?
Can you hear the raindrops hitting the window?
Can you hear it drowning the voices in my head,
Screaming out, 'what if's, 'why not's and 'maybe's?

Can you hear that?

Can you hear my footsteps walking, running?

Can you hear them moving faster by the minute,

Trying to run away from the distraction that is in my head and heart?

Can you hear that?

Can you hear the droplets hitting the table?

Can you hear the irregular beats it creates,

As it rolls off my face?

Can you hear that?

Can you hear my heart beating against my chest?

Can you hear how fast it thumps,

EVERY time I see, hear and think of you?

Can you hear that?

Can you hear the voice from my inner most being?

Can you hear it singing out your name,

Telling you this is not a game?

Can you hear that?

Can you hear the words from my mouth?

Can you hear the phrases too?

Going, I like you.

No. I think I love you.

Actually.
Honestly.
I KNOW I love you.

But alas, this is only wishful thinking filled with sighs,

That you could hear what I hear.

That if only.

If only you could hear that...

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In the silence with thousands of thoughts in my head and a heavy laden heart, I wrote this inspired because of my feelings of loneliness. I realised how much I needed to come back to writing. It's been a long while...

Good to be back in the blogging sphere.

Ciao.


p.s.: To those who has had moments like this where your feelings and voice go unheard, I feel you.