Telling stories, one at a time….

I think all of it is necessary. otherwise there’d be no growth at all

chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards

to have a poor memory is to live a blissful life

If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.

Smoking is borderline nihilism.

To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.

Confidence steers the wheel while fear panics in the passenger seat.

What is the point of rest?

Sleep is the indulgence in temporary escapism.

Shoot to never live an aimless life.

Have I lost feeling? Am I going mad?

Deter yourself from becoming a slave to an idea.

Lessons can only be reaffirmed and assessed in our youth as that is when we are the most impressionable. Oftentimes elderly ideals are stubborn in the name of change.

Love has taught me that it’d be wrong to try an open a door I’ve lost the key to.

Pain is the prelude to laughter.

In our youth, the lack of permanence is a frightful topic. Only with age will acceptance come after experiencing significant loss of any kind.

A peculiar dream is a sign of a wandering mind.

It sure feels odd for a numbness I cannot grasp meaning of.

Put forth the consistency and effort for the sake of opulence.

As far as interpersonal relationships goes, there isn’t anything better than company where everyone is growing into their greatest selves.

With much faith, following structure does more of a disservice that ultimately limits the creative form.

With everything in life, there needs to be a balance .

Enjoy the company of many good books.

Many seek perfection to only realize there’s flaws in that as well.

As humans, we’re wired to desire a connection amongst others. Fundamentally speaking at least.

The bonds we forge may inevitably come to an end, but our lives keep going. Try not to waver in the presence of loss.

I ask often myself: Am I not working hard enough or is it possible I’m simply not working smart enough?

The soul often travels elsewhere. The goal is to try your best to search for it.

The past brings itself to the future and encourages all the growth it ensues.

“Any losses this world is due to the lack of ability”

Don’t allow yourself to get too sidetracked within your own thoughts. Or else the subconscious mind will present itself in an unexpected form.

To be born in a first-world country is a privilege in itself.

As I watch the doors opening and closing, I begin to understand the ones that came before. Its fleeting, repetitive motion leaves me with one thought: daunting empathy.

It’s never a bad time to celebrate 🥳

Sometimes it’s not the world that is scary, it’s oftentimes us who make it that way.

I love them.

Fundamentally speaking, we all share the same dream.

To enjoy life, there needs to be a balance of highs and especially some lows added in. It’d become bland if otherwise.

Going under the pretense determinism is true, every individual in this life has already met given there isn’t a past, present or future.

Never partake with the mob. Be a spectator and nothing more, if you so desire to keep your sanity.

I propose that even steel has its soft edges

just been quite tired, most days it seems.

Acquire life’s greatest education that no institution can teach.

Never harbor hate. For even your enemies deserve love. Oftentimes it’s what they often lack within themselves.

If I could do anything for the rest of my life, it would be to play the guitar for the moon, down to my very last strum.

Waking up early has presents itself with one underrated perk: being able to think in silence.

Don’t overwork yourself. Remember to live a little.

To those who see butterflies clouding their vision, never be afraid to peek beyond and smile at the sunshine before you.

With the common hurt on center stage, there is an invitation for honest discussion.

A speck in grand scheme of things leaves a huge impression for the future.

Was 7 days enough time to build what’s in front of us? Are we standing on an unfinished product? Surely it would’ve been necessary.

Last summer’s injustices still rings true. It remains to echo within my psyche.

A fresh wound to the heart makes up with a new meaning to music.

Even the most immortal of souls can feel a lack of permanence in their lives.

We’d stop bickering if hard work was praised far more than so-called “talent”

Moments that have been broadcasted seem to lose their inherent value. Our most intimate times are framed for social likability, forever captured for outsiders to see.

To acquire the most opulence from inner peace is the goal. I’d be more than content.

Users on the internet have essentially developed a parasocial relationship with infinite lines of code.

The forgetfulness that ensues amidst fun is a curse in itself. The emotional toll it takes is immensely difficult to pull out of.

In trying to recall a distant memory, I often bring myself to tears. What kind of masochism have I indulged in.

The best conversations is when the sun takes its leave for the moon, all while unnoticed. Spoken words fasten on time itself.

The book of our lives begins at conception. Its content is filled with the treads we take. The lessons that have yet to be written is the tale we that can be shared for other’s consumption.

Is there such thing as healthy comparison?

At times I question whether or not I’ve genuinely fallen in love with books or merely the idea of them. Certainly those pages grant me my daily doses of escapism but who’s to say? I place a lot of emphasis on the latter.

In hindsight, we never really notice we’re presently living in “the good old days” until it becomes the good old days.

I’m hoping the innate-artist appreciates their craft without worry. Hopefully, in essence will the result flow out into the world, creating a beautiful landscape that reaches far into the distance. Farther than any eye can see!

With close inspection, humans comes second to demons. There’s lying, greed, deceit, betrayal and to the worst degree, even murder among various selfish conquests. However, the more frightening aspect behind all heinous acts is choice. The latter is where the truth of it all resides.

peering in from the outside, I’d seen myself in a claustrophobic state.

all I could remember was that I couldn’t stop crying.

The most valuable trait within an individual is depth.

Most days I yearn to meet the hours of rest. Having spent the sun’s shift bent on making every second count.

The moon has placed far too much emphasis on my mortality these past few nights. Whether it’s premonition or irrational superstition is certainly the question.

If only we could see through the teeth of smiles, perhaps we’d be more open to helping one another.

Such reflective surfaces invite room for introspection.

note to self: never be afraid to plant the seed you won’t be able to eat from.

The aches in my bones continue to grow louder with every tick of the clock. What once was a silence is now a daily reminder of a permanence that can never be attained. Somehow there’s beauty in that. If you so decide to look deeper.

With a view of a brightly lit city below and the stars above, there’s an inevitable incoming wave of insightful thinking. Of the future and what it could be.

The weight of worry etches itself into the furrows above my eyes. One aimed glance could tell a million stories.

Despite the stretch of time, I hadn’t forgotten. How could I? I’m hoping that the gifts of today are brought before you in joyful celebration. Receiving them from loved ones to those who encompass your sun and dance in your orbit. I send my wishes to you from the outskirts. Hope you’re having a good … Continue reading The color of lilac →

What lies closest to the lack of freedom is sometimes inability.

Those high ceilings will only create a bigger void to that is need to be filled. Keep it modest.

The smell of wet grass flairs my nostrils, but I still have yet to grow tired of the air it encompasses. I don’t think anyone does

reality detaches itself in the presence of angst.

She found that her mascara had now been worn down on her rosy cheeks. It’s true that she’d still been in love with the past. The glimmer of what was still anchors her from moving towards a future that is brighter.

To whom it may concern, We don’t quite talk anymore and that’s okay. For the whatever the reason, I appreciate you all regardless. Thank you for the laughs we shared. Thanks for the tears we shed. Thank you for being your absolute selves. I couldn’t have asked for better companions to accompany with on this … Continue reading dear old friend(s) →

dreamt about snow and random occurrences that were happening. some of which I haven’t even thought of for 2 years now. people who I hadn’t spoken to for awhile

the cells in the body replace themselves every 7 years. do the memories and everything that made them go too?

I randomly started to cry. I wonder what all that was about. perhaps stricken by some memory I can’t recall.

Limited to the spaces we can roam, trapped by innate flesh and a mind that can betray. Horrific

It’s night. The table, wrapped in cloth. The coldness of the beverage sweats off the glass and into knitted fabric. Splotches of water can been seen sporadically on the table. The clanging and cheers of the nearby people fill the air in celebratory fashion. It seemed to be a joyous night for many. Across, a … Continue reading dinner (dream) →

It’s crazy how listening to a song from a beloved time could pull on so many heartstrings. It’s as if you’re reliving the moment once more.

We’re all just much older kids.

What an interesting novel. I highly recommend it to anyone in life questioning their own inner dilemma regarding morality and the relationships they have with others. Certainly a gift for those in their 20’s. It contains a number of silver linings that would most definitely benefit long term (and prevent any inevitable regrets). Fowles’ story … Continue reading The Magus – completed/book recommendation →

It truly did resemble something of what seemed to be a kind smile.

Bliss with a little bit of chaos amidst love. Caressed with sunburnt ignorance under the guise of romance. Left with wounds that fail to close.

Try and find that warmth amidst the blizzard. Keep it close for as long as you’re able. It’ll make the journey through the storm worthwhile.

Books. Frozen yogurt. Quite random at best, but it was time well-spent. The complete awe I was in, knowing that all of that was result of a spontaneous decision on my part. Probably one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life thus far. Very thankful for the experience.

Your song, which I can only imagine would sound like an open flowerbed in the dusk of summer. The kind you’d often find yourself frolicking in where the air is clean and the petals stretch multiple miles, far outside the reach of vision. Your song sounds what a tropical forest smells and some odd way … Continue reading your song →

It’s currently raining outside. I think most notice the smell. It’s pretty hard to forget. Smells a lot like metal and aged rust. Perhaps it isn’t the rain and more so the odor of wet mud and grass. After all it’s been recycle for millions of years and put back into the earth it rose … Continue reading rain →

Cherish the now. What’s going on today will soon pass; fragments will cement itself as memory and time will persist. As all things usual do.