No matter how we try not to cry,
The more we resist,the more it urges to happen.
Someone said,"Death is not a time for sadness,pain and mourning,rather it is a time for celebrating that our loved one,is with the Father.Our redeemer."
Well,that's some point well made.
But why are we even afraid of dying?
Is it because of the pain we might encounter?
Is it because of how much it'll cost us if we die without doing good deeds?
Or is it because we're afraid to be forgotten?
I am,afraid of death,simply because I am not ready for it.
I see this future ahead of me.
The daydream that i'll be able to fulfill one day.
Thus,I am told to believe that I live for a purpose.
Maybe this is,my purpose.
I am destined to live,to discover how to tame life.
I am destined to cry,love and be happy.
I am destined to enjoy the ride of this rollercoaster life.
I am destined to love my enemies,love the broken,love the most sorrows of life and embrace the life offered to us for a limited time on this land of misadventures and discoveries.

those were the thought brought to me by Him

I realized something,life is given to us to live,to discover,to prosper to whatever we discover within this puzzle.
If ever we die tomorrow,we know deep in our hearts we've done something right.Right for us.
We die in eternity.
Safely in His arms
With no regrets and no pain.

these cold nights,I was with you.
these cold nights,I spent my time talking to you.
these cold nights,you were here.
tell me,you'll come back.
tell me you feel the same way.
I'll be waiting for you if you ever come back.
still,even in these cold nights,i still miss you.
during these cold nights i wish to spend them with you.
during these cold nights,i wish you'd be here.
I wish you'd tell me you'll come back.
And i wish you'd tell me you felt the same way all along.
If not,then you remain my unfaded memory that still burns in the back of my mind.

I learn to dance with the wind.
I learn to scream out loud.
I learn to write down my illusions;
And I learn listen with my heart.

But why is it so hard
To be the one who lives the life
In chaos?
And why is it so hard to live the life
In utter solitude?

I am in confusion on what to live.
But then again i realize,i live them both
Which makes it even harder.
I am not prepared.

I am not prepared
For the world's rising waves.
The waves, that will sooner crash
Unto my sleepless soul.

I'll wake up soaked with my own dreams,
Or should I say,nightmares masked by my daydreams.
I walk the shore of obscurity,
And I fly the depths of my world.

I'll drown myself in a cheap bottle of wine,
And I'll fall asleep on the sight of glimmering reflection of water.
I'll loose myself in the sound of music
And leave trails of obvious insanity.

This insanity  is my remedy.
Aside from the cruel world I live.
I dive into to water without second thoughts
I am chaotically peaceful.

No one ever asked if I was okay.
And now I've catched everyones attention.
They're now asking me what's the problem.
THIS IS *******.

"Are you lost?" Said no one to the ******* the bus.
"Are you cold?" Said no one to the figure huddled in the doorway.
"Are you hungry?" Said no one to the hollow eyed man.
"Are you scared?" Said no one to the child with the bruised face.
"Are you safe?" Said no one to the family in a squalid room.

"Please send a donation to the human race. We've lost our humanity"

I'm so good at driving people away.
And when I do,they never come back.
They don't know all I wanted was,
To see them never get tired of me and stick around
But that's not life.
It isn't a factory of wishes.
I see them drift away from my hands,
As I push them away,they go.
They find the better life without me.
I pull them again,but it won't be the same
I give myself so much pain.
That they don't ever recognize.
They're so occupied with their own life,
They forget me.
I become a ghost.
A ghost,that hunts thyself.
I shout,one barely listens.
I cry,one barely sees
I turn the tables,and I catch everyones attention.
They blame me,for turning the tables and ruining everything.
But all I ever wanted,was someone to tell me,that they love me.
And they are never going to leave me.
It sounds so unfamiliar,
To them.
The happiest face around,
Is the most torn soul.
Living ghost.
I can walk past you,without you noticing a tear in my eye.
I can look you straight in the eye,without you noticing,
The sleepless night I had.
I am a tortured soul waiting for justice.
I am the unfamiliar voice,no one will ever hear.