Getting it.

I’m a strong believer that we, as people, won’t really get it. From the time we can conceive our own thoughts to the last puffs of the air we breathe. No matter how established we consider ourselves, there’s always hints of ignorances within us. Life is given to us without much of a blueprint to see what works and doesn’t. We can try, but for only so long. Ya know?

old age

I’m looking forward to the days I can wear my lifetime through the wrinkles on my face, feet and hands. Visibly showing the journey that is gradually etching itself onto my body in today’s time. It will be a poetic story indeed.


I’d bargain that there’s such thing as emotional travels. When you’ve gone far out, there’s no way in finding your way back to place you once were. Metaphorically-speaking of course.


After long days, I’m left with the sounds of the night. For every cricket that crickets. The cars that speed by playing their music. And the beat of my heart that lays within me. I feel it all.


Zoned out, subtlety eavesdropping on the conversations around me. Classical music plays in the background. It’s beautiful. Opposite of the window panes is an urban city bustling with various faces. Cars zip by at rush hour. What a sight!