I love unmade beds
I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest at that moment
I love the look on people's eyes when they realize they're in love
I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings
I love the gasp when people take when they watch their favorite character dies
I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds

I FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE AND THEIR HONEST MOMENTS ALL THE TIME

I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams

Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.
This is the night, what it does to you.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

notice that when we meet in the road,
we pause.
and notice that in that pause we meet.

There's a 9 year-old girl in the window
She's alone
She cried
She  cried and cried
but no one hears her plead
warm tears flooding her face
her innocent eyes is bursting with overwhelming sadness
she cried
she cried for help

Nobody's home
No one to hug her
No one to kiss her
No one to ask how's her day in school
No one
Nothing.
Nothing..

Family picture in a broken frame
cigarrette's ashes scattered on the Narra floor
air is shiverring cold
bottles of *** in every corner
She cried
She's thirsty and famished
She craved for both food and care
She cried

Streets outside their house is lonely
insects swirling around a post light
their neighborhood's asleep
clock is ticking loudly
She don't know what to do
She cried

She felt like time stands still
and a cold breeze of the wind touches her face
like a ghost trying to comfort herr
she looked up to the enchanting sky
cottonish clouds dancing with the stars
the full bright moon smiled at her
She fell inlove with the silence of that moment
then she prayed

its 5:40 in the morning
i woke up from a dream of you calling
somewhere i found myself missing your voice
but all i can hear is vague noise

before i met you i feel so empty
i dont even believe in serendipity
then something unexpected happened
suddenly i feel like more than i am given

though not all people will understand
that my happiness is found in neverland
and that everytime you look at me
stars in the sky flickers more than it used to be

but the more i love you, the more i get scared
i don't think losing you is somewhat im prepared
whenever you're away i just feel so cold
i missed your arms that i used to hold

your musty scent lingers in my memory
so as your kisses tattoed deeply
then you said i don't have anything to fear
because you'll fly with me unto stratosphere

I wanted to be the person that will look good with you
but its not working out the way I wanted to
No matter how deep my love feels in my heart
The more I realize we’re living in two worlds apart

I am not my past or my future,
I am here and now.

I am not my thoughts or my feelings,
Thoughts and feelings are what I have.

I am not my behavior,
My behavior is what I do.

I am something deeper,
I grow, I change, I renew.

we all have 'favorites'
from movies, food, music, hobbies
the list is no ending
but having favorite people is beyond compare

we build memories with them
we established relationships
they are part of who you are
they makes us happy and comforted

but life in retrospect, our favorite people becomes strangers

the people that pops in our head the moment we got big news
the people we are so eagerly to see and hug whenever we're low
the people that basically a part of your joyful future

they turn into strangers

for bizarre reasons sometimes we couldn't fathom
they gradually pull away
and you're just there watching them do so
because the truth is

we can't force them to care for you the way you expect them to be
so put extra value for those who chose to stay
show you care and appreciate them
they don't have to be many
you don't have to be loved and adore by many
just keep on treating them right
and if one day

one day..

they decide to walk away from you
you get to smile while holding back your tears
saying to yourself...

"That stranger used to be my favorite"

there are people who keep what they feel
they still smile even though it hurts
they pretend to be fine even if they're not
they cry alone
they seem to be strong even inside they are dying

how did i know?

cause somestimes..

I'm one of them