eighteen years of struggling with inner fears, facing reality and unattended dreams. Curently a BS Psychology student dreaming of becoming a writer and a photographer. Welcome to my blog, stranger! Enjoy!
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Just a little reminder to myself that I was once 18
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Wandering March
Here I am again fascinated at the only escape I could find in this world full of fast pacing events; with you whose everlasting beauty remains, for you who saw everything that came and pass by the phase of this planet. I always wandered why at the ocean above, looking up was my escape, for years I wondered and kept proceeding taking unnecessary steps forward and backward- now I know why, because looking up I can see calmness and grace hoping that even as I am dragged deep into the dawn of glum there’s always that tiny dot of happiness and calmness I could come back too, even if i could no longer find it within deep into my system of all places that could be created and that has. Saddening but true, it no longer matters as long as You are up there to listen to my eyes, I will be fine. So for the nth time , even as I grow old I’ll always look up, look up until I can be calm as daylight.
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A New Year
Another year has passed, 2017 is here and that means a new set of goals, challenges and hardships. As for me, a new semester. 2016 has been a blast, it was a means of a new beginning, a set of happenings that brought fort feelings that-what I thought- has been long vanished from my insides, but it was just as dormant as a volcano waiting to erupt anytime. Right now, for 2017, I don’t know whether to be scared or to be excited at what this year have for me, but one thing is for sure- I am tired of wishing that the year would be mine, so what I wish is to get through the year safely and properly,
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I’m lost
What once was PASSION is now gone.
I lost myself to the wind thinking it would take me to somewhere great. My love for words is as much great
as a kid holding on tight to his mother; but now it means nothing like all faces that passes by- it means completely nothing.
it’s saddening that what once built me, that embraced me in times of distraught has now left my system... And because of that I hate myself for letting it go.
And now I’m like a bird looking around, wandering the world of compassion where to start again
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If the only thing that’s hindering me from my dreams are my own fears, then I’m ready to face them anyway
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Till we meet
Somewhere beneath the mountains and the hit and go of the sunset and sunrise itself, I'll meet you, I'll make sure that there will be a bridge fit only for lovers and you and me. No more hindrances, no more no's and no more saddened goodbyes, the latitude of the places we'll move around will have enough space to move around. For the love that we have to dance around eith joy and more so.
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before we could even build a bridge so strong it contains a lot of inconclusive and naive decisions that turned into wasted years and days that could be spent on happy and prosperous days. We were both sorry, but we were also both young. And so a decision was made to part ways, and in between the farewell was a promise made to meet each other again at the bridge built for us both
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