Switching
Me and my co-videoker (my own term) who is my sister, went out yesterday to sing. I tried figuring out songs that can offer beautiful engagement with my voice. After that, my mom and dad picked us up and we went to our derma. I got facial treatment.
Dinner time, we ate together at this Filipino restaurant. We headed to the mall and I bought new jeans.
Try to enter my world. Wait, I'm vulnerable at this moment, at this point of time. Fragile. I can be broken into pieces right away. Take time to listen. If you dare. It's easy for me to give you my friendship. Trust? Too hard for me to open up and share you my stories and even my darkest secrets. But gaining my trust takes another shoot of a very significant magnitude.
This is my blog. My journal. I write like running after each scene whenever I will find my heart beating slowly yet amazingly for grand and satisfying taste. I might sound not normal and I do not mind. Everything is for me to read, treasure and not for the pleasure of my audience reading this.
Memories are starting to fade...
Listening to every note...
I remain to hear a beautiful melody after..
Don't ask why I started crying this afternoon.. I'm ensnared with the normal swing of human race.You were not there.. But I felt like you were. Worse..
Out of boredom, I created one. Click here for more.
Dinner time, we ate together at this Filipino restaurant. We headed to the mall and I bought new jeans.
Try to enter my world. Wait, I'm vulnerable at this moment, at this point of time. Fragile. I can be broken into pieces right away. Take time to listen. If you dare. It's easy for me to give you my friendship. Trust? Too hard for me to open up and share you my stories and even my darkest secrets. But gaining my trust takes another shoot of a very significant magnitude.
This is my blog. My journal. I write like running after each scene whenever I will find my heart beating slowly yet amazingly for grand and satisfying taste. I might sound not normal and I do not mind. Everything is for me to read, treasure and not for the pleasure of my audience reading this.
Memories are starting to fade...
Listening to every note...
I remain to hear a beautiful melody after..
Don't ask why I started crying this afternoon.. I'm ensnared with the normal swing of human race.You were not there.. But I felt like you were. Worse..
Out of boredom, I created one. Click here for more.
This eve.. My cellular phone is resting. I do not want to feel it. I do not want to hold it close or grab it. It shouldn't cross my mind to send kind quotations to people and let them know someone like me remembers them. Call me rude or even demented. I am doing this for a purpose.
School is coming near. New corner, new everything, probably new "me". Drifting sounds, echoes, greetings surround my soul. I'm taking a deep breath while ressurecting from my like-hell life.
I do not stop there.
Tumble upon a crossroad.. Floating questions I won't flush down. To rack up love from its creation can be so hard. Destroying it can be that easy but cannot be forgotten. Not even a bit.
He's on YM. I'm talking to him. He has changed.. Only a bit.
School is coming near. New corner, new everything, probably new "me". Drifting sounds, echoes, greetings surround my soul. I'm taking a deep breath while ressurecting from my like-hell life.
I do not stop there.
Tumble upon a crossroad.. Floating questions I won't flush down. To rack up love from its creation can be so hard. Destroying it can be that easy but cannot be forgotten. Not even a bit.
He's on YM. I'm talking to him. He has changed.. Only a bit.
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