Monthly Archives: April 2017

No need to dare, to show how different you are because you are the mere difference, the unique one. Those eyes that see you, they see deeply and they don’t complain, they don’t resonate the hate. You only reflect the … Continue reading →

You went away with a hole in your heart and the pain you continue to entertain remains. Where you are right now is the place of your realization. There are things that you still need to fix and you may … Continue reading →

Fire fades. Fire fades. The winter shut the warmth of us. Fire fades. I tried to mend with you even if it is out of my will. When a choice becomes the last option, some things are still hard to … Continue reading →

Most of the time you don’t hear the ticking of the clock. Most of the time there is blindness in your mind. Most of the time the nights are like savages of the wild. Most of the time you quit … Continue reading →

Thirsty in the hour of something that is in the most chaos of countenance, deprived from filling oneself with the lovesong of soul, lovesong of heart, unknowingly imprisoned in the cellar of the superstition, in the cellar of the commitment … Continue reading →

Massive fireworks high and up in the sky. Cheers of my incessant youth here on the ground. I am still essential in my twenty-eight years of writing what I am supposed to write. There were moments of slack, there were … Continue reading →

Loaded is the mind. Sunk underneath the bottom of no desire. No delight can revel the disquiet and the misgiving. Hours went by unnoticed, quickly changing the seasons of sentiments. The tarnished picturesque of me is calculated unevenly, imperfectly defined. … Continue reading →

You are haunting me since then but I am not scared at you. You linger in my mind and it is complicated. You don’t play this game, and I can feel. This is just you crossing my mind each day. … Continue reading →

A flower in full bloom, this April noon, a love and soon you and I can be in the same room where our names are all around the walls, never be taken away from the oblivion of the history. The … Continue reading →

That face we have made on the verge of this guilt, aching in a way we cannot deceive, in a way we express the truth of what we now feel. And we cannot deny it, we can only be quiet … Continue reading →