A vessel that will not sink
It will shake, it will bump but will not break
It will sail, it may wail but it will not fail
This vessel has an anchor to keep it still,
When it's rough, when it's tough
or when it's had enough
Through the storms and the mourns
it will not be torn.
The anchor is the people that give it love
so through the winds and the waves it can float above
For the sea which it sails is unlike other seas
No shine, no calm; It does not know peace
And so the tides be unforgiving
And the times never ending
Still this body should never think
That it won't make it to shore.
Because we are vessels
that refuse to sink.

The joy in traveling alone is found in the idea of
temporarily being a part of something you're not a part of.
It's the idea of being alone in a seemingly different world,
where you have nothing from your world
and you're forced to experience where you are.
You'd be amazed by the fact that things happen miles away from where you are
and you don't even see or know it;
the strangers you meet, spend time and maybe fall in love with to never see again—
Traveling makes you a part of it all at least for a while.

It's the general thrill that the world is just so big,
that filling the spaces apart even in the smallest form feels right.

The grandeur in putting words that rhyme in a sentence has never felt so bland now that I know what you feel like.
The day I get to hold your hand will be the day I no longer fear death.
We will all learn one day that love is putting all the tears you’ve ever cried in a jar, or a bucket, or a **** swimming pool to make lemonade and say
“the world cannot hurt me anymore”.

People either win the lottery
or get struck by lightning,
I might as well spontaneously combust for finding you.

We don't pause for stars anymore
not that they're less amazing,
no, it's just knowing they'll be back.

But do you ever hold something so tight
because you know you'll miss them soon?
You learn that all you can do is be in that memory
before trying not to forget everything about it.
We learn the hard way that what makes a moment precious
is that it's always fleeting from our fingertips,
being chased by the next thing that's going to happen.
It is always only somebody's turn to smile,
before it is somebody else's.
One day Ted knew Victoria's soul—what makes her cry,
the drumroll before the kiss
and what she thinks about cats,
all before they become nothing but a part of each other's past;
two people who only shared the same good memory before.

Rain,
but don't rain like this
I don't feel like remembering
or dreaming
so rain
only just enough
to wet the streets
but let people move on
we will make
One. Big. Umbrella.
big enough for all of us to say
rain,
any way you want

Nakakapagtaka o nakapagtataka
Maaaraw na ulan at
Diwata sa bundok
Sa mga pintong siguradong sasara, bakit tayo kumakatok?
Bakit natin binubuklat
ang mga aklat na putol ang istorya?
May mga araw na ayaw dumating
at may mga saglit na pilit patagalin
Siguro nga'y may uri ng kasiyahan
na di mapapanatili ng anumang kapit
pero sapat nang maramdaman
oo kahit sandali
salamat parin na dumaan
Ang buhay nga naman
palaging tungkol sa mga taong dumadating
kung paiyakin ka nila sa sakit
o pasayahin ka nang walang kapalit