If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
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.
Writing is much like taking a photograph. Jotting down the events happening before you with the stroke of a pen. You can always go back to it and relive it once more.
There’s something beautiful about the way two wandering souls can meet halfway. Affecting one another by mere presence. It’s difficult to go through life without impacting your neighbor. The lessons we take up shape us into who we are meant to me. Or so I like to think…