#24hourseopen

There were those image of memories that became smells, or could be heard in a song, and even to some places which held dearly to you. I guess, sometimes, longing was like a strange state inside our mind, and stay a little longer that gave us a reason to go forward or look back, simply because we were intensely reunited by our feelings and the experiences worth keeping for. Somehow, those memories were good enough to be true that happened for some reasons, and there were those times which the only entire thing to do about those recollections would only hurt us to the moment we could no longer move on or simply shimmers us a little hope of remembrance.

Carry this child, carry this dangling seed of ours, into your womb, it has given life. So long that I shall live, the wind will continue to breathe upon us. And with our own consent, it has given us the grace and hope to reunite as one. For you, all things shall matter because you are my only one. And some things might not have been sought within our sight. It will be something to look forward to each day as the moment will rise. But despite, of all what we had fought for this love comes an heir. Truly with this union, all we forever live for pursued posthumously declare.

Our inclination towards writing a piece should always be spontaneous. Scribbling in the paper make new ideas even if you are not sure of how it will turn out. The important thing is to be on the process of creativity. When you write, just write. Write until you sensed the end or the need to stop. When you see the overall structure of your piece, it is time to edit.

You stay shut and close your door to the world. But the world wasn’t everything that brought you down. You had someone else who did it. You kept loving him, and at night your eyes were wide awake waiting for tears to fall in your lovely face. You don’t deserve a man who make salty tears. You deserve to love a man who gives you the tears of joy.