"I'll trust and stake and mourn and find joy into the process of creating that might show me that in retrospect too, I am starting anew."
Arrival (Story Writeups)
This was the place his mother grew up with. Little did he know how much of mystery was buried and yet to be unfold by His coming. For now, Marco find himself surrounded by smiles and amused glances of people waiting for him to be noticed upon. They were his relatives. And not all of them are alive.
Unsure if they get Chaucer right or Are they just making up
She likened herself to a tumbleweed Drifting in the wide open spaces.
Hope Deferred and Desire Fulfilled.
Hope postponed grieves the heart; but when a dream comes true, life is full and sweet. Proverbs 13:12 The Voice Perhaps, without the deferring of hope, the story might never have unfold.
To come forth steadfastly and not without wound. O' pilgrim and prisoner of hope.
Kaya pasensya na dahil hindi ako sasabay. Mananatiling wirdo't makulay Sa mundong pilit kang papipiliin Ng kulay at kamukha.
Different Kind of Glory
Who discerns the reason? Such unfathomable are your ways For a heart who wants it easy, Different kind of glory.
Dear Young People
In the end, missing out is never a big issue On someone who knows what really matters.
And a true few weighs more than superficial many's.
Last night, I told someone
What I felt about some things.
Things nothing in particular,
Anything and everything under the sun.
Sort of gibberish things and stuff
That most people converse about.
Obvious questions and flatteries,
Weather bulletins and pleasantries.
I don’t always mean.
Disguised with a plastered smile.
Of course that person knew
Just as I knew that we were
Both disinterested but still,
We finished the script.
We exchanged pleasantries.
We posed. We answered.
We parted ways.
Too late, we already had
Carried each others world by now
And we are never the same.
Returning from where we've started But seeing the place not the same.
Beyond any desire for assurance and control Lies an obscurity that works cleverly and lovingly for your good.
And when he comes, Oh he must be listened to.
Your love will meet it's worth.
I am a walking contradiction. And I never felt more human.
Which piece will you follow?
Being estranged to the world little by little. Til he no longer feel its gravity.
Flower and Weed
But even 'em, white wools above Have never thought that one is another And the other is not the same.
It's hard to explain things you don't understand.