Word.

You need to be lost, to find yourself.

Give.

This is a pledge. To stop being self-centered,
To stop talking about 'my pain' and 'my complications'.
Because people have it harder
and we owe it to them to live and give.

Cold hard Ruth

Some of us have to live with the harder truths of life.
We're working for some future we believe in.
Everything now is our sacrifice,

and I hope we're right.

Elongated Painful Overnight

You've changed. My maps I drew of you are useless now. It took me time to find who you really are. The detours, the challenges, the possible bipolar. And now you've changed. I lost the way to your heart, right?

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Note to Self

Dear Stranger, yes you.

If you left behind something important.
If you just broke up/ apart.
If you went into hiding to find yourself.
If you are addicted to drugs.
If you think you're all alone.
If you come here and say this is me.

Please let go.

Keep calm and carry on.

A Reason When

Escape is inevitable when you suddenly realise that you've lost yourself.

It's not like you just did lose you, but it has been a while since you've asked yourself how you really felt about how your day was/things. And for once, while waiting for an answer, you answered yourself

only this time, with silence.

"But I just want to be alone."

I realise that people are made up of bonds. Bonds that are stronger than covalent and ionic. Bonds forged out of memories, a simple greeting, or a mutual friend. Bonds can be assuring. But at times, bonds are so stifling that it slowly limits your breathing space and it dawned one me that

the only true way to be free is to pry yourself away from these gripping hands. It is probably time to turn away from people who blind yourself with the connection you share with them, and find yourself amidst these normal, non-traumatised people.

A Boy Recluse

It is so late at night and I shivered as my own hand trail along my cold skin of an arm. The grip on my heart loosen slightly knowing that these words will never identify themselves as mine and only here, under the eyes strange to me as I to them, can I truly cry.

It is almost depressing knowing that I, as who I purport to be among my friends/boyfriends/girlfriends/family will never be the I, who is myself.

It almost depress me knowing that I had built myself in such a way that I can only be human far from the people I know. It is almost strange that they think they know who I really am. Truth be told, beside all ironic sayings, they only see what I let them see. When they envision me, their minds would whirl to a charming, polite, rather quiet boy who loved ravishingly and in the company of others who love him almost as fiercely. Which is all well save for the fact that the boy has never felt more lonelier than ever, given the people around him.

I am tired. So I don't think I can be that boy, anymore. This time, I am almost as sure as the cold that creeps beneath the graying singlet I am wearing. It is no longer on thin ice, but out in the cold; this truth.

A Natural Weakness

How do you subjugate the act to love?

A Night

Sometimes there are nights when I finished all my work, all my books, listened to all my songs. On these nights, I realised with a jolt that these are the things that kept me company all this while. Without them I realise the truth:

I am alone.

The Only Exception

I did not abandon you. I was waiting to see if you stayed.

Will you still be here, and never let go of this love? Or will reality's claim be harder than my hands? Choose, flip a coin. Eitherway, I will always always love, pain or non, with you or without.

A Crippled Heart

Love is a borderless concept.

You shouldn't limit it to one relationship. You shouldn't cause pain in its name. You couldn't possibly deceive in its glory. Don't tarnish the freedom of a free spirited love. Nobody wants to be alone.

But even loneliness is a lover, crippled.

A Time of The Year

The epic celebration of love is around the bend. This is the moment you're waiting for. Close your eyes and breathe in everything (because everything is love).

It's not single awareness day really. It's self awareness. For once, at least on that day, be aware of the contribution of the greatest person in your life: you.

Keep the love pumpin', my dear rockers.

A Stairway to Heavens

No matter which path you take; home is where the heart is.

A Web Less Intricate

Beneath every weary kilograms on your shoulders, and after every blinking of the cursor at the end of your research paper, we should create a world less complicated and more simple. Where your essence is pure elation on being alive.

We etched our realization into our hearts with a slight nod of our heads. Our fingers wrapped around the spine of the book we were reading, another around the handle of our tea. A new morning dawns beautiful, and we will wait for it till then.

A Resting Blue

Oh how hectic can life be. You dash across the room, run over pavements and race across streets. Your eyes are opened but your mind is blinded by the mess of your thoughts.

Relinquish in the fact that you are alive.

Dance instead of dashing. Twirl when you get bored. Calm you mind with a morning lullaby.

See things not in the openness of the eyes, but of the heart. For just as the heart can be so forgiving. It is the widest cosmos in the universe. Just as my love for you is.

My love is as wide as blue.

A Red Link

You're not alone. Everyone is connected.

Do you feel that? That's my love for you.

A Moment to Self

In a busy state, we are most likely to forget important details of our lives. Nevertheless, rest in the fact that the small details are the ones of great cosmic consequences.

Love the now always.

A Note of Mention

Everyone, pin a note on your hearts. It is hope that warms us when it is cold.

A Sunspot We Missed

Life can be busy. So busy we give lenience to some things, and forget others. It is a harsh truth we note of at the fringe of our minds, but the guilt will be too massive to take it.

But promise me that when you see a clearing where all is still, even light, rest. Even if for a moment, just sit in the light for a while. We'll be with you always.

A Hope like Kites

The first break of light shows a resolve of colours.

It must be daring to pin your hopes on a kite, and leave it to the winds. To run across the greens, laughing and always hoping.

I love you, my kite runners.

A Reckoning

Pride and a little of love

I reckon you would choose the difficult right choice, my hearts.

A Meeting of Hearts

Nothing beats a child. Her innocence, her impulsive curiosity. The jig in her steps. Her less wary smiles. Her winds around her, loving.

But above all, nothing can beat her forgiving heart.

A Peace Dove

Sometimes it's a slight shifting, at times it's like enlightenment that hits you while you are crossing the road.

A past that was haunting shuns a piece of soft light of realization.

Everything is still now. You made peace.

A Simple Ending

You are in the turning point of your life. The pivot you balanced on is now biased to the many years you lived. Your own opinions are based on the perception of others around you, no longer independent.

The balance is useless now. Make your own mistakes, and stop walking on the white line. Dance outside the strip that has bordered you all this while.

Begin. Please begin.