68. Yes, sometimes it stings.

I don’t even know why, but there are times I want to cry. Maybe because the world wants me to be directed, to a place they all (except me) wanted. Ever since the younger days, to the standard I don’t usually stay. I get to like things others do not, until I grew older and […]

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58. Now, I’m awake.

I close my eyes, and I hear the goodbyes. Yet I still fall asleep, there’s no use for this to be kept. Timelines we’ve breached, as to your hands I reach. The yearning is stronger, even so I fall harder. Memories I forget as I wake up, I search for someone to make it stop. […]

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57. It’s not today.

(I’ll never stop writing for this year since my faves are keeping me inspired.) I’m going nowhere, and there’s no one who cares. No way, there’s no chance, with cruel thoughts, I’m in a trance. Into the pit of nothingness I fall, expecting nobody I still call. “Calm down.” I say. Will I survive the […]

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56. Spring Days are coming.

The train tracks disappear just like you, that I felt like I’ve been hit by the train too. I miss you. This heart of mine can you please sew? When I reach the destination, I still have hesitations. I climb up the stairs just to find, this thing we have, if you don’t mind. A […]

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