~ #3 ~
On a lost path
Without an end
A unknown shadow
“to escape from…?”
~ #2 ~
A distant past
with a vision
A weary soul
“that I’m trying”
~ #1 ~
The ominous shadow
with a terror
unable to subside
A frozen pair of eyes
“What is it”
~ #0 ~
or so it seemed
Yet left nothing
A clueless soul
The reason these businesses could thrive is because I have the potential to afford them.
(Thought arise when I was passing through high-end, classy and premium branded stores, of which everything carries a mind-blowing price tag… for the time being)
all but leaving with just a hope, with its guiding light will lead me to paradise
when one is almost inconsolable
engulfing heart throbs
a strong pain from within
looking up at the stars
with teary eyes
alone on the street
a sense of loneliness from within
reaching out of a mirage of you
a close smiling face that
could never be reached
a painful yearning from within
calling out your name
only echoes of my own helplessness
rings back to me
who’s going to answer back to me?
oh, wishing star
where could you be
at this moment of complete despair?
a darkness that cannot be dispelled
by millions of stars far away
was becoming strong
the only answer to continue on?
yet i felt as if hope alone
will never be a float
keeping me from drowning
despite a pride
that will never accept
Probably it’s because all the while I have been on my side of the fence that I could never comprehend further and beyond.
The thing about the paradox of love is that everyone seemed wanting assurance, but once one gained the greatly misunderstood type of “assurance”, it’s never love anymore.
… so do you think you understood love? I know I don’t anymore. 😊
A year and a half has passed, the draft that was left dusting for a year…
Putting the missing pieces together and a whole new chapter was born, with hopes that one day I could finally assemble another big part of my own puzzles in life.
Chapter 5: My Way Home
Throughout my journey, I have gained much, I have lost much as well.
Threading the path, I have loved much, I have hated much as well.
Through the time and tide, sometimes I felt lost, yet sometimes I was found
Through the faces and places, sometimes I was blind, yet sometimes I can see
The many things around me,
The many secrets within me,
In one way or the other
Unlocked some of the doors,
Unlocked some of the chains
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The myriad of dreams, painted with different shades and patterns every single time, just as one’s desires changing and evolving every single time.
But it seemed that once the dream was put on a halt, that I started to see, that overlapping image.