We’re all just much older kids.
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.
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?
the moon clocked out over the horizon so the sun could kiss you when you rose from deep slumber. neighborhood birds watch from a distance in admiration of the beauty that stands before them.
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.
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.
to the plans we said we’d commit to, I won’t hold it against you. life gets in the way and they go abruptly unfulfilled. it’s the initial thought which allows it to remain meaningful beyond our time.
I am absurdly looking forward to the moment I can gracefully set up a bookshelf for all the books I’ve read or intend to read. There’s something beautiful about the visual.
What a song to listen to while the days go by. Nostalgia fastened on your psyche to remind you of the good times. You’ll come to know today will be a moment in which you’ll return to.
I haven’t forgotten. Time may have worn out our thread, but, pieces of it remain close by. The jagged path we climbed is one that is hard to fathom, but one that taught some needed lessons. Unconventional I know, but I feel a calm from it all.