I know it's easy to be blinded.
To believe, and mistake lust for love.
Girl's don't give up your naked body.
To someone that doesn't acknowledge you, for who you are with your clothes on.
3 days ago, i reached the summit of Mt. Kinabalu. if my present self could and would tell my 16-yr-old self that he would one day climb one of the tallest mountains in south east asia, he probably would not believe him. i used to refuse any kind of activity that requires me to sweat. i still remember how i would try to work my way around back in college just so that i'd be exempted from taking the required PE units. but there's something about the mountains that gives me a different kind of high - both in altitude and in euphoria. and i guess the best thing about them is that they make you feel emotional and no one will judge you for it. it is where you can cry and laugh and dance and shout and cry again and everyone will understand. it isn't really about the sunrise or the sea of clouds or even the sense of triumph and pride. it's about finding comfort in knowing that you are nothing but an insignificant speck and that it's alright to trace all your cuts and let them bleed until they stop because the mountains, in their vastness, won't mind. you are there to heal yourself in the guise of an adventure. so you cry, you laugh, you shout, and drown yourself deeper in waves of all your repressed emotions without thinking when to surface back for oxygen - as if breathing doesn't matter anymore or that you've learned how to breathe in spite of.
you must have noticed by now
like how the waves always wanted
to separate itself from the sea
but could only reach the shore
that what we had is here to stay
honey, it's hard to throw away something
you once tried so hard to keep