there is this someone
who faced the world
as if she was the daughter of ares.

she is as strong as her name.

she fights,
and falls,
and stands back up again.

through this endless cycle,
i see glimpses
of hopelessness and loss.

and i wish
that as she grows into a better warrior,
she realizes that she is not alone in this war,
for there are thousands of people
waiting and praying
for her to reach her victory.

they say taking is always easier.
i now know that the saying holds more truth
than i expected it to be.

giving means
spending your time.

giving means
sharing a small part of yourself,
may it be a small cell or even your spirit.

giving means
entrusting a person
to hold something
that could be of importance to you or to others.

giving means
saying goodbye to something
that was once in the warmth of your own hands.

through the act of giving,
we are letting others obtain the freedom of having something
that could've been yours, or has already been yours.

it takes a lot to be able to even think of giving,
because you don't know what you could've had
yet chose to part from.

i hope we all give this christmas,
and that we have the courage to face whatever happens
after giving away a piece of our time, hearts, and spirits.

today,
i passed by a stranger.

she looked worried,
eyebrows bunched together forming little lines in between.

today,
i passed by the same stranger.

she look tired,
skin pale and lips peeling.

today,
i passed by the stranger once again.

she looked happy,
eyes as bright as the sun and teeth baring its refreshing white.

today,
i realized time does wonders for everyone.

the gray, dull me a few days ago was replaced by the shocking yellow i am and will forever be.

Sometimes
I think about just telling him
that he holds my whole world in the palm of his hands.

But I'm scared,
terrified,
because what if
in the end,
I'll only be left to bleed?

What if the world he holds without knowing
just crumbles into ruins?

But I tell myself,
would you try or risk never knowing?

Will you risk never knowing
if he believes that I have his heart
in a glass case kept hidden in my eyes?

So I'll try,
because I'll never know
if either my world ends,
or continues on forever.

He was my sun, every single planet in my body revolved around him.

The days seem so much longer when I don't meet the light of his gaze.
It was agony.

Every moment we are together,
an hour seems like one second.
It was in these moments wherein I knew what happiness felt like.

I hope I don't grow old like this:
depending on the few days I'd have by your side.

Everyday I'd pray
for a chance that gravity
can grant me my one wish.

My wish of being in his orbit,
and he in mine,
for eternity.

Ideas
that I have yet to form
are already at the tip of my tongue.

So, so close
am I to finding out what my next imaginary tale will be.

There it is,
I see it.

I'm reaching out,
the tips of my shaky fingers graze the warm glass.

I stretch,
and stretch,
and stretch.

I fall,
it falls and shatters, too.

So, so close
was I to finally knowing what my next dream would be.

My head,
that used to dream of darkness and the bad,
now only dreams of you.

I wake up,
a headache rises in the depths of my brain.
I seek the warmth of the person I still long to hold.

I wish you were here.