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I miss being two

In emo, love on October 31, 2009 at 9:31 pm

I just cant keep thinking of the thought of how wrong am I in this world to be left nothing but hope. To be happy, still needs to justify myself and prove the reasons not to be silent and be heard. But, my heart, I knew it cries out loud to my chest and seek comfort from anyone I’m hoping to cherish. I’d love to seek warmth from whisper of hapiness, yet still I hear silence.

There are things that doesnt go with your plan, and doesnt go with what you hope. I like this guy, we chatted every now and then, and I hoped the path for maturity of being special goes a success but it failed. Then another came, we’ve known before and then I was late. And recently I met this guy whom I found him good and I like him so much, but again…Iwas late çoz my friend already owns him.

Yes I’m disappointed, not to anyone but to myself. I thought of there’s something wrong with me…

I want to be love again.

I knew everything happens for a reason…and I hope that reason is good.

I saw this in my scratch…

In emo on August 13, 2008 at 1:54 pm

Where will I be tomorrow?

Tomorrow will be a new day, a new life and a new beginning of a one’s new life. It’s another time to start and to loose towards one’s self destiny, to the end or for endlessness.

Where will I be tomorrow?

I think that I could be in a new role, anew being to breath. Struggles of life are consistent, anything around me will change yet I still live with my life. Breathing and fighting for a man’s right. Drifts of progress may flow me, yet I’m still me using the life that has given to me. Changes occur, yet I’m still me. A son, a brother and a friend. Times will change me, yet I’m still me, that have the soul of a man. I still kept my morality, intellect, emotion and my own liberty that has given to me.

I feel that the essence of my mortality will be in me forever. As long as I could consider the importance of the life that what is given to me. I will feel proud, for tomorrow, I will have my dreams and audaciously use my pure mortality. I will feel brave, for tomorrow, I’ll surpass the challenges that the life has. And I feel that, divine being is with me. For He gave me to have a strong true personality.

I learned that man’s life is very profound. It is very hard to explain yet man carries all the answers of the hardships. I learned that everything is borderless abundant in this world, in this cycle called life. I learn to appreciate and understand what was given to me. And I learned to accept the basis and destiny of life.

I suggest to my fellows to appreciate every little things in this world. For everything here have efforts and uses. That everything is important in our life’s cycle. That everything needs to understand and appreciated. That everything needs attention. That everything needs a care to preserve. Everything needs dedication to know the deep meaning of everything we have now.

sAd WhIsper

In emo on August 8, 2008 at 10:45 am

I have something to tell, it’s not easy but I have tied my fingers with all my guts just to let you hear this loud whisper of my heart. As my tears squeak to its on window, a million emotions hide in it. There was once I asked how it was happened, how did I took that moment and how I’ve tried to reborn the bravery I saved.

There I once or probably twice or thrice and even more of that of I thought. That there are moments I failed to tied up me to its own pillar of courage. I’ve known different characters in the past that influenced my sanity. There, I put rapport hoping to feel the connection between the two emancipated personas. When we were together, our perturbation collided that put me into a grandiose feeling. I grasped the expectation too tight, unaware that it started to break and pierce my palms. I have handed a cryptic view of this emotional state, however the odd limitless call of the affection still lingers on me. And when I’m left alone the beat of melancholy runs in the rhythm of the air. As the feeling of be wilderness, nonchalant, like it’s hugging to the sarcastic hope. Upon waiting to a call or a single buzz from someone you wanted to be with. But its just it! No one knows when it will happen.