Devoted

via Daily Prompt: Temporary

I cant hope for everyday to be magical with you, but I wish for it to happen.

There’s a sad, empty, desperate, and committed part of me; that begs to be yours.

Your indifference hits me. Hurts more than expected.

Expected because I knew you’ll be ephemeral, though I cry for life-long.

Never thought of stopping, everything I want is you.

It doesn’t matter conditions nor circumstances, just you

Day by day I become more devoted to your absence

To your silence

your common replies

It’s love pain

It’s temporary

Im temporary to you

Temporary

A wish of time

via Daily Prompt: Infinite

I’ve hidden some decision-taking moments to myself. Wouldn’t think of regret to describe them, but true life changing situations have come my way these past days. If I was familiarized saying quick and strong NOs or YESes, my wish of time would be unexistent. Sadly, Im not.

Not a decision-taking expert
Not a fast-in-analitycs thinker
Not a ignore-other’s-opinion person

Infinite Time, Oh! I wish for.
To organize thoughts, to evaluate in peace, to sleep it over and rethink, and to get mature advice, to adjust priorities and to breath. I’ve got less than 7 hours. 😦
Infinite time, I pray to thee.

Hopeful

via Daily Prompt: Hopeful

If there was a bread-obssesive-lover-alarm, it would go on within a radio of three meters around myself.

Pureness never felt comfy like in my love for bread.

It’s hard to let go love, and mostly long life relationships; but its time for me to move on. The reason? Health. Bread and candy are my own barrier at achieving the body I weep for. Sugar I love, and candy knows it will stay in my heart. But bread, oh my sweet and beautiful bread, how can live without thee?

Ugh. Wish I could eat bread-flavored lettuce.

I started my sad days today, saying no to the love of my life. I don´t plan on cutting off bread completely, but to reduce it. The inner conflict generated today was that I had as breakfast a hundred of chocolate & vanilla cookies(made by myself) leftovers from New Year’s dinner. I couldnt control myself because my brain was very sleepy still. Having as a resolution to start 2017 decently, my cookie accident had to be leveled the rest of my day. I wasnt allowed to eat any cookies, cake, sweets, or bread for the day.
Although hunger didnt appear at my door today, my heart has been crying. Broken but hopeful.

Hopeful on better days,
better body,
better self confidence.
and a healthy-loving bread relationship for life