Gustuhin ko mang makipagsapalaran Sa mga letrang nakalutang sa himpapawid Ay binabalot ako ng pagtatantya Kung ito na ba ang tamang oras Para kunin ang aking panulat At iguhit ang silakbo ng aking damdamin.
Humihinto ang mga oras sa bawat pag-uusig At tinitimbang ko pa rin Ang mga barkong pumapagitna sa akin. Nais kong kumawala at lumisan na lamang Ngunit ang aking pagpapaalam Ay mas magdudulot lamang ng dilim.
Gusto kong maniwala na ang solusyon Ay sa pagitan ng mga iginuhit na linya Ngunit ang aking puso'y nagtataglay ng apoy Na maaaring makasunog sa mga barkong ito.
Hindi ko mapigilan ang nagniningas sa aking kaloob-looban At ang boses na mas lalo pang lumalakas Kasabay ng pagtambol ng aking hininga. Gusto Nitong tupukin ang lahat At sakupin ang bawat naglalayag Sa kani-kanilang mga direksyon.
Pumikit ako at tumalon sa karagatan ng aking imahinasyon – Imahinasyong masasabi kong tunay na engkwentro. Patuloy kong nilalaban ang mga ugat sa aking mga braso Na sa bawat pulso ng aking pagkatao'y Pilit na kumikitil sa aking pagpapasya Na mas sumisid pa sa mas malalim.
Napahinto ako sa aking pagpupumiglas Pagkat narinig ko ang tinig na nagsasabing, "Manatili ka lamang," At ako'y kusang sumabay sa ritmo ng Tinig na iyon At unti-unti kong nasilayan na naglaho na Ang mga agiw sa aking mga mata At kusa ko nang nararamdamang Mas kaya ko nang huminga sa mas malalim pa.
Ito ang aking hantungan, Ito ang sinasabi kong liwanag. Ito ang aking kapanatagan, At sa Kanya ang aking lilim ng kaliwanagan.
the world is on fire, but i am at peace. the situation's dire, and this year was so bleak. who knows what twenty one will have in store? will this virus be done? will we go to war? whatever awaits, i'll be so okay, passively accept fate 'cause i am unphased by trudging though days that are just as grey as those filled with rage, as those filled with pain, that always lit my way.
sometimes i miss the touch of rain on my skin, the water pouring down on my body, soaking me to the bone. sometimes i miss the feeling of calmness, the racing thoughts in my mind drowning into a peaceful quietness. sometimes i miss the feeling of not knowing where my tears begin and the rain stops, basking in the sorrows i feel. sometimes i miss being alright, the depths of numbness, the emptiness staring back quietly. sometimes i miss the sun, sometimes i miss the loud thoughts. sometimes i miss the nights it rained for hours. sometimes the soft sounds luring me back to sleep. sometimes i miss the calmness i seek.
She walked slowly through the pavement the agony, the sorrow, and the forlorn felt choked suffocated chest and the trembling cold feet heavy breathing as she could hear the puff a gutted it might sound the longer silhouette followed warm breeze brushed the pasty cheeks trees and the blooms waving gently whispering a love song the nature chanteuses were consoling the dejection she was abducted into a beguile realm escaped to feel the evening sun where the ray embraced her tighter than him
Replace all of your sadness with great joy, every meter of your doubt with quite convictions.
Take the places of every fear you had with some endurance, all of your anxieties with enough calmness.
You have the influence to make the right choices for your own. And what really matters, is that the moment you knew the whole you in every ground plans. All you need is to hold on to yourself - trust;
