I always get subtle memories,
Whenever I remember my last love.

It was like a freshly brewed coffee,
For someone who prefers milk.
It was the strongest kind,
One that certainly kept me wide awake.

It was like winter
On a tropical island.
Cold yet always kept me warm;
Seasonal but definitely not temporary.

I always get subtle memories,
Enough to keep me at bay.

It's unbearable, indeed, to be a human.
All these uncertainties, not knowing what to do or what will happen next.
I am trying to walk outside just to find a world that's still beautiful.
I'll try to avoid the impulse to grieve what's still wild and alive.

Why can't the world just all be nice things?
I'üe never had more faith than anything.
Wish that we could make this all a distant memory;
Figure things out along the journey.

Ayoko na
Tama na
Antok na
Tulog na

Attention to detail;
Something I want, but couldn't give.
I'm a complete mess,
Is this something etched in me?
Am trying my very best,
Maybe I'll never understand.
A bit of sleight of hand,
What a craftsman would I be?

"I hurt you. I scared you.
I understand if you hate me." - he said
Being the rose-colored one,
But also wander in the dark.

Some people do have
A more positive outlook in life.
But all,  by nature, tend to remember
The negative things more strongly and in more detail.

In the grand scheme of things,
Is it possible to love both sides?
Something that is chaotic,
But joyful at the same time.

One thing about sadness,
It consumes.
And it may appear
In all shapes and forms.
Whether it comes from the outside,
Or deep within;
It will definitely loom
Over your whole entire being.

If I put my faith in you,
Would you do the same thing too?
If I put my faith in You,
Would you make my dreams come true?

Lately I've been drinking a lot
Smoking near the parking lot
Alcohol for the wound
Nicotine to feel good
The next day I'll be sober
And hope it'll all be over.

While enjoying a good bottle of beer,
A close friend of mine told us:
You should all practice
"The Art Of Not Giving A ****."

I had an immediate idea of what it is about
But I wanted to have a deeper look on it.
As I scroll the book,
There was this one particular line that got me;

"This is why not giving a **** is so key.
This is why it’s going to save the world.
And it’s going to save it by accepting that the world is totally fvcked and that’s all right,
because it’s always been that way, and always will be."

People must take note of this:
Bad things happen and we reach rock bottom,
that's okay!
Stop hating yourself for being so bad and focus on continuosly watering yourself for you to grow.

I'm so tired of love songs,
Someone take me home.
Just wanna go home,
Cause I can't be alone.

Stars;
So much can be seen by the naked eye.
We tend to look highly of them,
But they're pretty much like us.

They're born
Live,
And they die.

Some stars lose their light,
Some explode.
Even though they seem so ahead,
Like us, they are still mortal.

The way we look at stars,
It's like they can guide us moving on.
In reality, we're lost in the past;
Long gone, moved on.

You don’t mean to be a problem
You don’t mean to cause me pain
You don’t mean to do much but it’s one and the same

I don’t know where this came from
I thought we were plain sailing
This has taken me aback and it goes without saying

Yeah I’m gonna feel broken for a bit
Life’s gonna be a little bit ****
Ohh, for at least the next week

We had our flaws I’ll be the first to admit
And we both struggled to commit
Ohh, was it really that bleak?

The truth is that I really don't enjoy long travels
That specific smell makes me sick
And all I want to do while on the road is
To sleep.

But everytime I close my eyes
It is you that comes to mind;
The thought of having the chance to hold your hand for a while
To be able to feel your warmth.

As time goes by
I learned to appreciate
The journey
Of coming home to you.

You are here.
This is,
My favorite place.

What do you call
That certain moment in time
When you hear
The sound of crickets in the night
Where everyone's asleep
And you fall deep in your thoughts
How can it be
There's this continuous sound
A single line
Not only can be heard
But also can be seen.

There is no place like home;
Its exact meaning is unknown.
How about I write a poem,
In search of meaning I'll roam.

At first, let's go into a place
Where we ought to seek for space.
It's where all troubles are erased,
And where your peace of mind awaits.

Then, let's pursue this person
Who just taught you a valuable lesson.
Nonetheless, one thing is for certain;
With her, you'll yet to know your purpose.

There is no place like home;
It's where you'll get these feelings.
And to put things into perspective,
Home is where I am with you.

It's been a while since then;
May you grow as you go.

I feel so lost,
Anticipating the worst.
How can I keep going
When I don't know which way to go?