I like how you are a free person.
You follow the beat of your own drum.
You listen to your emotions, and will not let anyone change it. You control it.
You have been through a lot, and I'm proud that you overcame all the problems that you had, almost alone.
I'm proud, and I'm thankful I got to know a person like you.

Thank you for letting me hear your life story.
Thank you for letting me into your life, even just the tiny part of it.
Thank you for spending time with me whenever we have the chance.
And most specially, thank you for all the lessons.

I can finally say that you're the greatest lesson in my life.

"The pain is my only reminder that he was real,
that you all were."

i believe that there are 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 in this world;

a 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 knocks at your doorstep,
a smile is formed,
that's excitement waiting for you to open the door!
one happiness is born.

on one side,
a 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 knocks at your doorstep,
everything became a moment of peace,
invisibility has engulfed all problems,
another happiness is born.

i believe that there are two happiness in this world;
one is gained from 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,
and the other is from 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞.

There were two roads.
We chose to walk on the right side,
Didn't know that there will be a cross road ahead
I'm too confident thinking that you will still choose the right side
And a sudden realization happen;
I was left alone,
Walking on the right side.

your eyes made the rainbow shine
I'm a witness of it
everytime you look at me
I'm engulfed by the mysteries
hidden behind those black brown eyes

I said to myself before
I won't let myself fall in your black void
keep reminding myself that I'm just bothered
but hey, your void is so strong
no power can help me not to descend

you're enchanting
the galaxies you bring
made the stars dance happily
I danced with the stars, too
but I don't know if I was happy for so long?

this is supposed to be a poem
but this turned out to be a letter
I... li y
I just want you to be happy
and I'm glad I've known you

what if i really love unconditionally?
what if, all the people that went through and is still in my life, i loved them dearly? like the love that “i’ll do anything for you.”
but i’m just held back by traumas. i’m held back by unhealthy patterns, like the lyric, “i’ve watched this movie before and i know the ending” kind of feeling.
i never really regretted every decision that i had, but it’s sad. it’s still making me sad.
that living in this earth, there was always no option for me to stay.
that staying will make me feel miserable.
that the decision of staying isn’t exactly what i feel like i should do.
and it *****, you know? because i’m so tired, and i just really wanna have a constant in life. a constant in everything.
i do have friends who i treat as constants, and i firmly know that they’ll stay.
but i want someone to be my companion. that it’s more painful to let go than to hold on. that i have no choice but to stay. and that person will fight for me, for us.
the same way i’ll fight for us, too.

Love is peace.
Love is where the birds chirp in the sky, no smoke is seen.
Love is where the wind blows right, hair strands in sync with the flow.
Love is where the cars mildly run on a highway, no over-speeding.
Love is where kids are running in a wide field, catching each other as if they are in another universe.
Love is where balloons are filled with helium, held by a kid's hand.
Love is where foods are all over the place, people patiently lining up to buy food, catching up with their friends while they wait.
Love is where you can hear laughters loud and clear, as if reality is so far away.
Love is where you hear the sea waves gently clash through the rocks.
Love is where you share picnic mat with your friends, or coworkers, sharing food.
Love is where you look at the skies, talking to someone you love, as if you're both alone in the world.
Love is where you made someone smile in the little things that you do.
Love is everywhere. Peace is everywhere.
You just have to look for it.

When you're trying your best
But things just won't work out

it's time to completely let go,
quietly.

You were the first one
That both my heart and mind can handle
Not too much of a cry
Not too much of a smile

You are the great example of average
My soul meets someone
That made it feel average
Yet contented

No strings attached, as the brain said
All strings attached, as the heart said
Ready as a warrior, ones heart
But weakling at the actual fight

Stop, the brain again proclaimed
Stop, protesting that this should not continue anymore
Stop, pleading as if whispering to the wounded

"You can't take it anymore,
Why did we even start this?" asked brain.

"I was happy at the beginning,
and it's all that it takes." heart answered.

it is either you are

a walking lesson,
a walking memory,
a walking inspiration,
or a walking lifetime to someone,

you will always have a purpose in life.

I witnessed a specific type of bird today.
It was walking through the rocks in the sea, trying to mind and fight the waves.
All I was thinking was, "Can he do it?" not even keeping in mind if the bird has a destination.
"Will he do it?"
"Can he reach the end?" where the end isn't even known.
Then, when the bird reached the almost end of the rocks, I thought to myself, "Can he fly?"
Pure thoughts of hesitations and doubts flew into my mind.
And when the bird flew, I said to myself, "Oh, he can."
Which made me think, why did I doubt the bird that he can fly in the first place?

you with the sea,
who would've thought that,
it'll be a magical combination
no art could give

the serenity the sea reflects,
the peace my heart felt whenever I look at you,
problems disappear
a masterpiece is created

you with the sea,
I want to cry in pain
the beauty it portray
appreciation is not enough

sunsets, sunrise
could I ever see that scene again?
you with the sea
how enchanting that be

There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.