As time passed, it felt like it was the last. The final blooming of the season, and I still have no thoughts to reason. The leaves are drying out, I had no words to spout. Not even as my mind whirl, I go to the bed silently and curl. Yet I have a strong faith, […]Read More 76. The leaves are drying out.
The time we dedicate to sleep, that’s when my thoughts go deep. Thinking about things, I pry away the darkness they bring. The moon shines bright, full. I try to be happy and let other’s be fooled. Because at night is where it begins, when my thoughts become severely mean. Yet the moonlight reflects and […]Read More 75. It’s the night that rivals you.
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 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.