Her body weakens. She's been losing her appetite. Her spirit shatters. She's been having weird dreams. Her soul floats. She's tormented within. No one could understand the depths of her despair. No one knows what will and could happen next. No one's there to console her. She's been beaten down by life's oddities. She's bruised … Continue reading Beaten. Bruised. Broken.
(7 Shots of Wisdom from an Urban Monk) Discern and cherish the current season of your life for what it is. Whether it is (or would be) good or bad, it will all depend on how you see it and how you deal with it. Don’t make the mistake of comparing your momentary life station … Continue reading Desiderata for the Modern Times
There's a kind of hatred that runs underneath the surface of our daily routines My hatred of you while we're trying to stay together and make everything work for both of us A kind of hatred that is, for now, tolerable in some ways it could still be controlled or just plainly ignored because it … Continue reading An Unspoken Anger
I could love you best by not judging you by mere appearance, whether by your beauty or the lack of it, depending on where, when, or what situation I see you in. I could love you best by not only appreciating who you are now and who you could still potentially become; but also … Continue reading How Could I Love You Best?
sometimes, I imagine what goes on in your mind when you see me because you always have that strange look that sees through me as if you're seeing something else that I don't see in myself making me conscious of the way that I look and talk and move whenever you're around you cannot hear … Continue reading Love on the Other Side of the Fence