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.

distance

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.

dream

For the past of couple of days, the same scene runs through my mind. It’s always snowing, I presume it’s December and I’m running towards something. Not quite sure what it is. But I hear wind chimes in the distance. Urban city covered by the season. The significance this holds could mean anything. My heart paces back and forth by the thought of it.