Whispers from
Your breath
Has crossed the skies,
The heaven speaks louder
Than the thunder in my heart. .
Gratitude flies,
Ocean waves has turned
Stepping forward,
My tears overflow. .

Now, let me speak the hue of the earth:

Thank you HP Friends
For your prayers
They have been heard.

(Graduating from College this June 2017 :)

That girl sitting
On the wooden bench,
Has become
An uninspired writer,
Who failed to stay in love.
She was reading a book
Under the shade
Of a burning sun,
Lifted some pages,
As if her skin never hurt.
To stay on the same page for long
Makes it hard to reach
The next chapter
She was longing for.
But once, she forgot some good lines
Turned the pages back,

" Ahhh, yes. This line is good. . ."

Mouth curved like
Her breakfast cereal bowl earlier.

(Turned the pages ahead again. . .)

The story unfolds too fast
she never had time to think
Of the burning sun,
And some old good lines. .

*That girl has become
An uninspired writer
But a persistent reader
Of her life.

Hello to my friends here in HP!

I would like to ask for your *prayers as I will be taking my last examination in College this coming whole week. .

I know that my plea would not amount to the helpless concerns of many people on planet Earth. .but this is very important to me. And no matter how much hardwork I put in, I am nothing without God. .

I have lived 9 years of my life only looking at school(demanding course), that's why I wanted to take another leap now so I can open new doors in my life, so I could do everuthing that I wanted to do, freely without regrets.

After this, I would be taking up a licensure exam by the end of this year, and hopefully, hopefully everything goes well for me and for my friends who've equally put as much effort as they can. .

In this world, we have our own circumstances which I greatly respect. No matterhow small or big it is, if it brings you closer to who you will be in the future, then it is worth pursuing, it is worth praying for.

Thank you.

There's a creature that lives
outside this house,
under the left side window,
whispering dispersed breaths
of echoing luminiscence. .

It never goes in,
No matter how wide
You open the window. .
But its' soul creeps in,
Swallowing the air inside . .
Like it wasn't here,
But it lives within your skin. .
B e t w e e n    the   g a p s
You can't even see.
It digs on the surface,
To taste your blood cold.

You look around,
But it wasn't there. .
You started sitting on the corner
Beside the bed
Holding your head,
Covering your ears.

And when the dark clouds
Start to overshadow the land,
You see its shadow

S l o wly,    sl o w  l y. .

         Peeking in.

You held your heart.

W a i t i n g** .  .  .
We needed time to grow for ourselves.

And from there,
We are so sure that the future exist in a glimpse.

In that moment, we'll eventually be together.
But It just ended up too long. . .

Too long,
We grew    a   p  a  r  t  .

And we realize we're not same person anymore.

I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how hundred doors exist,
Of thin white paper sheets.
Of how those knobs shine,
Of glittering gold blitz.
Of why he should choose one,
Of how the other doors would be gone.

I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how he chose a door
That never exist.