Ineffable Wishes Of The Heart

bittersweet

Sometimes,
I try to talk
but no words would come out of my mouth.
I try to write,
but there's nothing I could write about.
As an escape,
I use books to fill the emptiness and the void within me.
I read books to escape and sometimes,
all I needed was to be heard.
I find my voice through books because it's as if the world wants to silence me.
It's as if the noise outside would shut me up from speaking.
It's as if the people don't want to hear from me.
And I escape.
When days like these would come and go,
I would pick up a book from my bookshelf and satisfy my soul.
Thus,
whenever I read,
it's like devouring my favorite ice cream.
Page by page,
I would be enthusiastic enough to know how a story begins and ends.
The interesting part here is I love stories that have bittersweet endings.
Stories that begin with soft eye contacts, small conversations that will lead to something more, which end with goodbye and sorry.
There's something about bittersweet endings that always bring comfort to my heart.
But sometimes,
I wonder.
Does everything else have to end as bittersweet endings?
I hope not.