Hehehe.

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy.

And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach.

By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone.

By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness.

I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad.

Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all.

And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping.

And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

Candles

You’re lifting me up
In a world we’re thinking of
But the roads to us are broken
To save you is enough
Heaven knows each day is tough
I’m the only one who’s hoping
Your eyes still say they’re sharp
Your words they break my heart
You wake up the sense of sound
As you walk into this room
I watch the way you move…
You are the best I’ve seen of all
You are the greatest endeavor
You are the life that I believe
Life that I have lived
You are the light that shed my tears
Fuel the fire that burns my fears
You are the love that I believe
Love that I have lived.
You make me alive
Set me far to the other side
Turn the pieces into something
To sail and decide
On the calm breeze of the tide
oh, the heaven now is watching
Every time I hear the magic feels what love reveal is the pain it heals,
Inside of me is watching at you!

-December Avenue

Hymn.

I don't wanna find someone I can live with, I just want to find someone that I can't live without.

I'm not looking for another saviour, I'm just searching for a little lamb that I can hold to keep so safe and warm.

I can't wait, for those sleepless nights, where only the bottle seems to calm the little beast.
Daydream now of your dear embrace, where we lie, lie in the still of morning face to face.

Dreaming face to face.

This is a hymn, a hymn for her.
To the one that I'll adore.
So sing your hymn, a hymn for her.

Is this too much to ask?

“Masaya ako para sayo :)”

“Masaya ako para sayo :)”
Ito na siguro yung pinakamalaking kasinungalingan na lagi nating sinasabi sa taong mahal natin kapag tayo ay nagpaparaya. Gustuhin man natin na tayo ang maging dahilan kung bakit siya masaya ay hindi pwede. Minsan darating talaga yung pagkakataon na kailangan mong pakawalan yung taong mahal mo para lamang maging masaya siya. Ayaw mo din naman siguro na maging kayo nga pero hindi naman siya masaya di ba? Masakit man, kailangan mo tong tanggapin. Kahit na para bang dinudurog ang puso mo sa tuwing makikita mo silang masaya sa piling ng isa’t isa.