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I opened my eyes, i faced it, i saw nothing

Nothing but a blinking eye of an image.

As impeccable as a virgin water, 

An egg with a cracked-hole on its’ snow shell

I ideated something, I smiled humorously.

Flocks of white teeth glanced,

White tooth as week as what I had conceived

A reptilian hiding on its’ paled shell perpetually.

How ironic it is, when you thought you git it all

But the reflection seems so bald and plain

The world will not walk around your brain

What’s inside it will trek in this lifetime.

Why does white white seems so at peace,

When the upset colors are caged inside.

Look straight ahead, extend your arms wider

I wanna sing, 

If I could have a chance

I wanna dance, 

But I suck at it.

I wanna fly, 

And soar high around the sky

Seeking for something,

And having nothing.

That’s what I get

For I always forget

I’m still young, as young as a larva

On ta branch of tree sticking, hanging and swinging.

Wandering full of wonders

There will be a time

I can wait

     There are times in life when we thought it’s too late to have it. We’re putting all the blame to God for being deaf on hearing our wishes. We’re just so blind that we didn’t see what He had given to us. Maybe we’re too busy asking and asking on the things we thought we need, that’s why we cannot see the way He’s giving what you need.

     Prayer is not a genie. It’s not a genie that will grant all our wishes. Sometimes we keep on wishing things to happen,  but later on, we’ll regret on having. There’s a right time for everything, they say. He knows what you need, so don’t question the things He gave you. He knows when you need it, so don’t get tired waiting for it. H e knows how to give it, so don’t you ever doubt His power. It’s the power of His love.

Ding dong, for the first time,

grace are all over

Knock knock the second time around, 

galvanizing the eupeptic hormones of mine

Everything seems so fine

‘til you breach my wall, my life.

Nothing’s really changed

same air, same name

Only time had paused

365, still so fresh

Hands are flocked together

Like it was weaved nth times

Nothing inspires me

Nothing makes me smile