This night isn’t different from the other nights, where dreams are where we travel to various sites. We fly without the wings, where we’re accepted and understood as equal human beings. However, there come times, where these dreams to others are like crimes. Wrong and unreliable, where the human standards are indiscernible. These days are […]Read More 72. You probably should chase the shooting stars.
The dream was to reach the stars, and ignore the mighty scars. The goal was to touch the sky, and somehow be able to fly. Storms passed and drought started, revealing certain things which kept you stranded. Until you see the fire waning, saying goodbye to all that’s brewing. But this isn’t exactly the end, […]Read More 71. The fire burning says farewell.
I used to write about the stars, and people forget about the scars. Because with dreams we feel secure, and escaping seemed like the cure. I was speaking about the sun, to hide the truth of the waning fun. I think the past was about hiding, hiding the pains which until now sting. When everybody […]Read More 70. We leave those metaphors.
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.
Before or after going to bed, it doesn’t matter. with all the thoughts, it’s getting heavier. Along with time, I take on a strong hold on things. becoming wary that I may have been tightly clinging. Mentally, I’m told to loosen up. yet it’s hard and insomnia can’t be popped. Indeed, one or two pulls […]Read More 67. You loosen your hold.