You'll realize that...

whatever spills
is just a manifestation
of what nests
inside.

45 minutes before my real
new decade starts,
45 minutes before
I turn the music off.

45 minutes before another
dried leaf falls
45 minutes before a new
one sprouts...

there from a branch
of a tree
where all mem'ries engraved
with listed names
of those who come and go
while time passes and flies.

45 minutes...
last 45 minutes of holding on.

45 minutes...

then I'll let go.

Please keep in mind
that you don't have
to be in love
to believe in all the magics
your universe could give.

Sparks ain't coming from
those slow motion scene
you've watched from your
all-time fave movies.

Sparks come from
moments brought by
a fast travel of hope
creating lights.

And as it has
to come...

it also has
to go.

She used to dance with the rhythm
no one could ever hear
-like poems and raindrops,
she crashes and pours.
But nay, her sleepless nights are o'er,
and so with the nightmares of her painful past..

Now she walks in a garden
which flowers bloom
from stitches and scars.

Pour yourself
with the love
you always give
to others.

Be the sunshine
you always long
from someone.

'til then,
you would realize...

you don't need
to need someone
to bloom.

you would
know

that it's
time

to be
happy

for

YOURSELF