Ambush the Cake

February 2019

Ambush the Cake

'I won't play with you however bored I am'

Yep, that was it had come to. Angry little me writing you something that wasn't meant to be how comedic it turned out.
Crumples and folds, yet a fragile masterpiece of emotions, amongst more of anger, wishes, and regret (you bet I didn't change from it though) lay in a mere shoebox.

From tolerating my annoying wails at night because of your tremendous love, to tolerating my annoying untidiness daily, you've held me up in your arms of care.
Monsters feed on you as you hold me away from reach. But you don't blind me from the silent knives, preparing me. I glance at them, the tips of my toes brushing the pricks of pain.

'I know you're hungry, let's eat'
Intertwined hearts, feelings, emotions, too linked for mortal thrivings. Bonds of ours are unnatural, yet so natural, so special.
Hugs seem forever, our hugging hearts are forever.

But oh, those stupid seconds. Miscommunication, mishearing, mistakes. Tears roll down and hearts throb, wounded yet soon healed by resolution.
Joy, reborn. Patching of hearts can be done by those who have the keys to the majestic, yet strong walls of the heart.

Instead of a gift made in the hands of another, whose work is bought with valued paper, I hope my love, made in the heart of my heart, is valued much more than that materialistic making of mortal pleasure.

Unlike other blog posts, this one means a whole lot to me.
With joy comes a bit of pain (which is my laziness I suppose), and I wish that as the years pass by, our love grows stronger (is that even possible though)
And yes, it sure is 12 a.m. right now.

Happy Birthday Amma ♥