We're alot more than any war.

 A cue from nature

Run outside during a thunderstorm
That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration 
That's what unlonely is like

Love is an overwhelming presence of joy that one cannot replace. Love is different. It allows you to make mistakes and learn from them. It changes one's perspective on life. Love can save a life, can take a life. It does strange things to us. It can keep us up all night long, or put someone comfortably to sleep. Love overlooks the flaws of a human being and focuses on the minor details and aspects that makes that single person worth waiting for. It makes it alright for us to jump face first into a wall whether we see it or not. Because at the end of the day, love is meant for the beneficial of mankind. So, it does not matter how much you give, nor does it matter how much you take. Because love is all always about giving your hardest and longest for as hard as you can, for as long as you can. Because at the end of the day, it is always about that one person. That one person that you don't mind spending meaningless time doing nothing with. That one person you don't mind sitting through a movie you don't like with. That one person whom you knew that it was worth giving every ounce of love you had inside you to whether you knew you guys would be together for a lifetime or for a matter of seconds. At the end of the day, it's always about her.



Oh it is' love.


I love you Abigail Ong.
Happy Birthday.

Sometimes we're all just a little too much for ourselves.

This is quite a rare sight. Referring to the fact that I am actually here and talking about my life(something which I dislike doing). Honestly, life has been life. I've spent the last few days doing nothing which hardly adds to my productivity resume in life. The dryness period has geared into full swing and I am already dreading the festive season despite the hope for a new kind. Change, apparently. For good or for worse? Well, that's really just a perception. My perception. The absence of my parents is a testament to a taste of what things will be like when they leave for good to the Phillippines. Already, I have managed to let so much go, and yet I hardly miss their company at all. Call me evil, but I kind of prefer solitary comfort. Perhaps it is just a matter of time till I realize how useless I am without them(in reality and emotionally). For now, I am on the hunt of the trail of euphoria. And for some reason, I can feel it's presence and I drawing nearer. Long time coming, or so it seems anyway.

 I dont know what it is that makes me miss you when your not around, but i do. and I guess i've been afraid to say it here or anywhere because of how much pride I have or because I have problems with admitting to things I know is true.

You are FUCKING MEAN.

Meet you at the statue in an hour.

 Afraid.

Yes well, it was never like this Eileen. 

 And maybe it was just something you would have wanted to tell your kids.

Seeing the cluster of thoughts you concoct in your head
to your worrying smile you so bravely hold
to your deep searching eyes
which tears start to unfold
to the lips I so often press against mine
to the lingering tongue
with such great divine
to those special hand-held one breath moments
to your skin like pure vanilla sky
,
I will embrace and hold just as you are mine
for an important friend taught I,
that lovers be kind. 

 I hate world.

 I want to hook my right leg behind my left roll down and up on my head and do a head drill and land into a chair freeze. only now.

 for too often; do i sit on thy thrown

often unheard and all alone

you would think someone like I

could get all he wants;

 

from a circus show to cold chicken pie;

yet, what pain do strike my chest

3 cm down, below my breast;

the heartache of a wounded lover

the medusa; a clever, clever

 

Hands comfort my face; I frown

as I no longer where this crown;

for now I am nothing but a has-been four leaf clover

for now, I am just a wounded lover

 

for too long; do I sit on this thrown

often unheard and all alone;

often unheard and all alone;

 you really didnt fucking have to.

Cause' I fucking know

 Because when you lock the door; it does you no good
for they just climb out of windows. Instead.