The desire to know the truth is greater than the desire to believe.
Can I trust the word you said. You said you are mine and I'm yours, and never again... Never to hurt me again. But here you are, action speaks louder than words. Can I trust the words you said?
Suddenly she had this notion of not knowing how to live, to live properly, in manners that normal people would live. She's different all of a sudden. She's thinking she is not doing it right. There has to be a right way. But then she is lost, she is buried in this deep darkness, she … Continue reading The Notion
I only say I am a writer, but am I? Doubt, frustration and a lot of things. I think for now I could think of it as is. I'm a writer, yes I am.
I would wake up in the morning thinking about dying, the world ending, and all the worries there is. I would never understand why, but I also wanted to live in the moment and savor it. What should I do?
For when time comes that you get to meet me and you are fake and I know because I can always sense from a distance. I'll be there, physically present. But my soul my heart, my other senses, you will find me sleeping.
Have you ever been bitten and it sent you to ER and you started seeing flashes of white lights and there's a memory recall suddenly happening of all the happy things you had in life? I know and yes you're right! I got bitten once and this brought me into a life and death situation. … Continue reading I was bitten
I don't know if what's with me this morning. I am watching this funny dance group and they were so good. It feels really good watching them, I am happy but the feelings inside me are mixed. I started crying when they were doing some highlight moves. It was so funny I'm suppose to laugh … Continue reading Watch a Funny Show and Cry
I wanted to write some poems. Poems with no restrictions. In this world we create so many rules that limits some things to be said or expressed. But there is such thing as flexibility, openness, freedom, liberty, expression. Poems with no limit is the answer, or should I just simply say, "I wanted to write."
She's in there, thinking, listening to the sounds. Music both old and new. She's carried over by the tides and every beating. Fusion of the Old and the New it made her so happy. Music indeed makes the soul...