Remember when we we're kids
We would play with our friends
Running till we're out of breath
We're really having a good time

The memories we made together
Are priceless, it's the thing I keep
Inside my heart, dearly and pure
Memories of us stays in me

If only we could be kids again
I wish to have every moment
To stay a little longer being a kid
Enjoying life just like a kid
Who enjoys even the little things

Every moment is a choice—
and I chose you.
Not once,
but over and over,
in silent seconds
and loud, unraveling days.

I chose to love you
when love wasn’t easy.
When your edges were sharp,
when your silence felt like distance—
I stayed.
Where others might have walked away,
I dug in deeper.
I held on tighter.
I believed.

I chose to see the good
even when the bad tried to steal the light.
I chose to forgive,
to understand,
to wait.
To believe that what we had
was worth choosing again.

And I would still choose you—
in another life,
on another street,
with all the same cracks
and all the same flaws.

But you didn’t choose me.
Not when it mattered.
Not when staying meant fighting.
You chose to go
when I chose to hold on.
You chose duty,
and I understand that.
But still—
it wasn’t me.

And maybe that’s the difference:
I saw love as a promise.
You saw it as a place to leave
when life got heavy.

I can breathe again,
A weight lifted from my chest,
Colors brighter,
Sounds clearer,
My mind, no longer at war with itself.

I can live again,
Fully present,
Not just existing,
But thriving,
One breath at a time.

I can cry again,
Tears of sadness and joy,
Releasing old pain,
Healing my heart.

I can rest again,
My mind at peace,
Trusting my instincts,
My body free from tension.

I can hope again,
For a brighter future,
A new beginning,
A life filled with joy and contentment.

I can trust again,
Myself, my thoughts,
My emotions,
My instincts,
My heart.

I can forgive again,
Releasing the weight of grudges,
Finding peace within,
No longer burdened by anger or resentment.

I can grow stronger again,
Embracing challenges,
Learning from mistakes,
Building resilience and confidence.

I can celebrate myself again,
Recognizing my worth,
Acknowledging my progress,
And feeling proud of who I am.

The pen was always mightier than the sword.
        
                            what if

                            we could

make our keypads mightier than the bullets ?

Love isn't geometry
There's no need to prove it

Love is only a feeling
You can feel it

in every little gesture.
in every little deed.

in a smile.
in the eyes.

The beauty of paper flowers
They never wither

The tragedy of paper flowers
They always remember

Your gentle hands could do no harm
But they could let go

A paper flower never wilted

Even worse

It was discarded

I engraved her name on the picnic table
Then I engraved the stone over her grave
I engraved the memory of her face on my heart
I engraved the words on the walls of  my prayers
Then out of desparation I engraved her memory in poem