first world

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

good times

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

Mascara

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.

dear old friend(s)

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 journey called life. Despite the distance that now stands between us, I’ll hold you all close in memory. Always.

To wherever you are in the world, hope you are all well.

Its just a skull

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

Songs attached to memory.

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.

adulting

We’re all just much older kids.

el dorado

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.

your song

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 taste like, with all its fruit and rainwater bliss. The kind that is rich and flavorful. Wildlife and all.

Your song, to me, is what I’d often catch myself playing on repeat to the end of all my days; a wonderful tune.

present

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.

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?

Hmm

Those rainbows don’t glow like they used to.

trial and error

growth doesn’t come without sacrifice. one mustn’t waver from loss, but instead seek towards a better tomorrow (and so on)

to whom it may concern

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.

Pre-World

I wish we could get back a normal world. If “normal” ever was such a thing. Who would’ve thought I would miss seeing whole faces. The kinds you’d catch a glimpse of every so often. Beautiful strangers. Interesting faces, different from our own in every way. Eye-contact these days don’t feel as intimate as they once used to be.