Igwang mga aldáw na mayò na talagang naglalaog sa isip ko, Masakiton magsurat ning maski ano. Piriton ko man mas naghahaloy asin mas magabat, garo nakagakod as sakuyang mga bitis sa daga. Kan nakanood akong magsurat, duman ko nadiskobre an ika-duwang harong sa laog kan sakuyang isip. "Libre man daa an mangarap" kaya sige lang ipikit mo an saimong mata asin hagadon gabos na pwede **** makuha. Pero bako digdi sa nadiskobre kong lugar, gabos na hahagadon mo pwede **** makuha mayong limitasyon pero igwang kapalit. Gabos igwang kapalit.
Sarong úban karibay sa gabos na kaipuhan, kagustohan, asin kaugmahan.
Igwang aldaw aldáw na mayò talagang naglalaog sa isip ko asin warâ naman an gabos na buhok ko.
—𝐔𝐛𝐚𝐧, a Bikol poetry. Have you ever wonder what happens to your hair?
1. Uban is a gray hair 2. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDO1q9GHr87/
have you ever wondered why the sky turns gray when it rains? well, in every creature, there is darkness, and there is light. and when you start to give up the fight, the fight for happiness, love, life, when you start to lose hope, the darkness starts to bleed into your light. but it's okay. the color can come back. first, ask to talk to someone. ask them to listen. then, hold nothing back. don't stop until you understand how you feel. what you want. don't worry. it's not selfish to talk about it. not to the people who care about you. it will take time, but if you do this, someday, a rainbow will come shining through
A cup of tea Sits alone on the table. It speaks to me, consoles, And tells me all sorts of fables. I sip its nectar, Amber and sweet; Warms me from my head, Down to my feet. The thunder roars outside. Cloudburst! The heavens frigid deluge; Sipping rays of sunshine My warm refuge. Eyes wander, The sky’s still gray. I close my eyes, I shut off the day.
It's not the end of the world. It's not even the end of the day. Just because the sky is gray Doesn't mean the sun can't come out As if to say "it's okay." Remember. We see the world in color. If you don't like the ones you see, Just close your eyes and breathe. Please don't give up, and I promise you'll see it's not the end.
I am waiting in a tall gray tower, Whose shadow is as dark as your heart. And every time I look out on the land, I pray for the wind to bring you to me So that we can be healed here together, And this tower will touch the hands of God.
Tha mi a 'feitheamh ann an tùr àrd liath, Tha a sgàil cho dorcha ri do chridhe. Agus a h-uile uair choimheadas mi a-maich air an fhearann, Guidheam gun toir a 'ghaoth thu thugam Mar sin is urrainn dhuinn a shlànachadh an seo còmhla Agus ruigidh an tùr seo làmhan Dhè.
The sun is shinning; I can breathe • The moon is waving; I can sing • The night seems to scare me so I'm wide awake • The day claims loneliness so I'm hiding behind these shades • I want to be your favorite color • Yet I am so gray • Sing with me • Lets talk in depths • Sink into one another • Dream in our color • Live in a coloring book • But we still breathe in the loneliness • While the moon makes me dream in the view of you • I'n singing in these moon dreams • In these themes our moods are broken our hearts sowed at the seem
Seeking for sunlight I found my own bright star But it glowed too bright It burned too fast to ever last I’m glad to have met you But sad to see you go I wish there was an alternate dimension Where you’d stay But everyone needs to move on at some point But at this point I’d rather be selfish and not let you go But it’s not up to me We all need to see our future I wish I could see the skies in black and gray To be impartial to my own dismay I fell apart, but I’m not broken Not yet, I won’t allow it This is just a stumble In a long race against time And when I move on I will also have to let you go And escape the black hole
The red moon illuminates, over the water, crystals... My stomach is pierced with blades, thousands of them, stars... And darkness fills my empty heart, dancing with the devil, beauty... But the deepest shades of gray, will never be mine, tragedy... And if by the end, indeed I'm dead, cry, tears in my memory, sweet melodies... But the red moon is painted with blood, and it happens to be my veins, luck... And still the saddest birds cries it's tune, bright in the early month of June, love...