Quarante.

Once Upon A Dream.

01.15.15

While the golden sun sets in the sky

igniting hues of orange and blue,

I looked through the corner of my eye

and silently gazed at you.

I wished I could stay in that moment

and think of nothing but here,

the city lights glowing in the distance,

or the chance to be with you near.

But the night is drawing close

And I guess it’s time to leave

I say goodbye to the sights and sounds

and this lovely, short-lived dream.

Trente-Neuf.

Friendship Remains.

01.03.15

We may reach for the stars, 

and our dreams may take us far

but I know our friendship will remain

because it started in our hearts.

I wish you nothing but the best

you deserve the beauty of it all

Hold on to hope and faith that does not fail

and you will surely never fall.

* For my friends I cherish the most.

Trente-Huit.

Fell For You.

10.23.14

You were a pleasant change 

in my mundane life

and I will miss you, I'm sure.

You opened my world

to things quite new,

but there's only so much I can endure.

(My heart did fall for you).

 

"The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance." -- Alan Watts

Random Ramblings: Loveteams.

(This new feature will highlight some of the more non-serious inner workings of my mind that don't take a lot of neurons to process.)

As funny and strange as it sounds, I have been getting into love teams (#LizQuen, #AlDub, & #JaDine), Filipino soap operas (or teleseryes as we call them), and OPM music a whole lot lately. I kind of wonder if it has to do with not being able to watch or listen to anything of that sort when I was younger (I was not allowed to watch dramas or television at night), if I just like the idea of feeling "kilig" (or giddy, in English), or if it's a subconscious choice to fill the void of being alone (which I honestly don't want to entertain).

I would lean more on the second reasoning.

Trente-Sept.

Once I Knew Hope.
02.26.15

Sometimes I feel I'm drifting away
into a sea of uncertainty,
trying to swim back to shore
but all around me was waters gray

I trudge on overthinking it through
my legs struggling to keep afloat
then I see the clouds clear out
until I glimpse the pale sliver of the moon.

And into the shining I see reprieve
a boat seemed made for two.
I see your hand, your silhouette
stealing the night like a thief.

I reach for you with all my might
until all strength escaped me.
You pull me close and wrapped me up
and without fear, I held you tight.

I gaze at your face to find out who you are
Turns out, I knew you all along,
'cause you were always by my side,
in the fragile corner of my heart.

Trente-Six.

O7.28.15

It's been forever
since my words and thoughts
became something on paper
and even more.