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 […]Read More 68. Yes, sometimes it stings.
(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 […]Read More 57. It’s not today.
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 […]Read More 56. Spring Days are coming.
From the dark, I came out. With hope, I entered to scout. Yet I didn’t get a single chance, That for so long, in despair I danced. There came a long time of melancholia, where things became severe with some phobias. The fear of failing, fear of falling, everything seemed so dark and annoying. But […]Read More 54. The confetti pops and it’s lovely.
This time, it’s not just a poem. Time flies fast. It’s like there’s a speeding spell that’s cast (oops, the habit of rhyming, I’m sorry.) I still can vividly mentally image what my last 31st of December was and I was on the other room also typing an entry for this blog, haha. Well, I felt like […]Read More 50. There’s this habit of validation.