If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
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?
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!
Walking the streets of Philly – so many beautiful people, so many beautiful places. The urban neighborhood never fails to amaze me with all of its sights and cultured avenues.