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I haven’t thought of anything specific to write about, really. I just had the intention of starting something again. To have bits and pieces of my life written out, hoping to archive memories I might forget. You see, tomorrow is not guaranteed. That thought alone scares the shit out of me. So here I am.

But some days they're just powerful. Destructive, even. High waves of short wavelengths that form ellipses. When they break, you get dragged into the sea but there's no coming back.

Truth? No one will know me the way that you know me.

Such traitorous things. ~ It baffles me how illogical I am, being jealous of someone in my dreams & feel it in real life too.

When I was a child, I branded myself as "accident prone". I wasn't really clumsy though, but somehow, I'd manage to find myself in the hospital... and leaving with yet another scar. Growing up, I didn't pay much attention to it until a friend would ask me what happened to this or that. Sometimes, I'd even forget they exist at all. Over the years, I've learned to love all my scars and would gladly tell the story of each one of them. This, I got when I was playing with my grandmother's sewing machine. That, I got because my older brother accidentally hit me with my dad's golf club. Oh, by the way, did you know my appendix has already been taken out? So many stories; each one, a brand to show. I remember telling a friend that scars are success stories. And it's true. I know so many people with good stories to tell and each have their own mark to show. Can't help but be proud of them, you know? Well anyway, like I said, scars make good stories. This is my 7th.

Please understand, life is fleeting; that is why I am afraid.

Kinakailangan bang malaman kung sino ang mas nag mamahal. Hindi ba dapat sapat na ang malamang ikaw ay nag mamahal.

How do you explain to people That there are certain things That are just triggers It can be as simple As a word, an object A story BANG! You bleed. BANG! BANG! You're dead.

The smell of Air conditioner Rain Memories You

"I love life," I sighed, as I jump on my cold, cozy bed. "Mmm."

"Did you greet your father yet?" Anxiety asked me. "Shut up," I said in return.

I am afraid that after you Peel all the layers of My skin you will See just how Tiny I Am .

Such a dear old friend. She visits me less this time. But when she does, I welcome her with open arms. "You've grown smaller, I notice," I said to her. "Yes, I have, haven't I?" she smiled back. "When I think of the future, I don't get scared anymore," I told her. But she left even before I could say, "And I want a future. I want a future with him." Oh well. Until her next visit then.

I love you so much, it's ridiculous.

I. Bago pangalawa Pagkatapos ng wala II. Pagtapak Upang mag lakbay III. Araw Linggo Buwan Taon IV. Tagumpay V. Ikaw

There are wounds that do not heal on their own. Sometimes, you need an extra hand to stitch up the skin that was sliced in half. Preferably, a skilled hand. ~ When they left, bits and pieces of my flesh went along with them. I tried to patch it up with things I could find. Anything, really.. Momentary joy in jokes, the newly laundered sheets, the fresh air in that spontaneous trip. Anything. Something. Anything to hide what they had left behind. But underneath it all were scars. Scars that I tried so hard to cover up. And yet, memories find their way back. They seep through cracks. They push through holes. And pain, it likes to tag along. Because pain never forgets. Pain never forgives. ~ I find myself standing here again. The place where they had all left me. Because, were they not the ones who said that I do not deserve to be hurt? Were they not the ones who once were willing to protect me from all danger? Who have said I deserved nothing but the best? And yet, they left. Still, they chose to leave. ~ I find myself back at the beginning. Trembling, I entrust my self to you. You, who make me feel nothing but sunshine and moonbeams. You, who have nothing but warmth. You, who keep seeing the good in me. You, who make me want to believe again. Have faith again. You. Who have such skilled hands. You.. ~ I am scared of losing. ~ You. ~ I.. ~ Love.. ~ You.

R: Thank you,----