"Gusto ko sanang sumayaw pero ayaw ko.

Magulo. Masakit sa ulo.

Gusto kitang yayain pero ayaw ko.

Magulo. Masakit pa din sa ulo.

Gusto ko nang tumayo at lapitan ka pero ayaw ko.

Magulo. Sobrang sakit na sa ulo.

Gusto ka sanang isayaw ng puso ko pero ayaw ng utak ko.

Tangina.

Dalawang salita lang naman ang gusto kong sabihin pero hindi ko magawa.

Mahirap diba?

Sana sa susunod nating pagkikita masabi at magawa ko na. Pero...

Nakakatakot diba?

Kasi hindi ko alam kung anong bibigkasing ng bibig mo, matutuwa ba o malulungkot.

Pero ang sabi nga nila walang mawawala kung hindi susubukan. Pero masakit.

Hindi ba? Masakit.

Tangina dalawang salita lang talaga.
Sa muli nating pagkikita sasabihin ko na talaga.

Sana.

Oo na. Eto na. Sandali. Teka. Sasabihin ko na nga. Oo, GUSTO KITA. "

Minsan pinangarap ko
Mali,
Araw-araw pinapangarap ko
Na sana tingnan mo rin ako
Tulad ng tinging ipinupukol mo sa kanya
Pero itong tangang to hanggang pangarap lang talaga
Bakit? Kasi di mo naman ako kilala

Watch your words,
They'll affect afterwards.
*Just cover with some laughter
It will be gone soon after.

Everything must come to an end
Rain, happiness, peace and even life
There are no exceptions

Every story has its ending
Every birth has its death
And every road has an endpoint

Forever does exist
Yet it doesn't happen
And it will never be

So no matter how hard we run
No matter how far we go
Every race has its finish line

Ugh I hate having a writers block...
It is like capturing a hurricane inside a box,
impossible right?

All these words are piling up and ready to be blown into poetic sentences.
But they are trapped inside this little box that I call my head.
These words are stumbeling and rushing and flying round in my head.

All these emotions are ready to fall down and crush the ground like heavy rain.
But they cannot escape this skull of mine although they really should
Now they just make me go crazy, make me flooded with things I can't seem to lose.

I am too full of words and pretty lies.
Too full of emotions, story's and confessions.
But somehow I am so busy getting rid of them, that they decided to stick to me like blood on a murderers hands.

I WANT THEM GONE
I WANT THEM OUT

please oh God, help me get rid of them....