#impulsivethoughts

Your words

aged like fine wine to me,

forever etched into my heart

the words you wrote to me

the words you wrote for me

locked up and sealed in my head

the scent of the ink from your pen

your love for me, your lust for me.

In those letters, its forever safe

the existence of your love,

immortalized in words

today and tomorrow and forever

We all say that we are cut differently, but we never acknowledge our smoothen areas; our places where we’ve been humbled and those that actually groomed us in our quiet time. What you should see, is beauty. What you should see, in me, is beauty. You and I are a treasure but it takes one who’s once been crushed before, to acknowledge so. You may have been cut differently, but I was crafted; what you see, can’t be duplicated or imitated. I am a 1:1, so see me that way. Respect was a name given by my ancestors, because they were broken into pieces, for my wholeness. They had to deal with the “pressures” that made me a Fine individual. Oh yeah, you can’t help but notice me. I may be made up in a mortal body, but who I am can’t be touched.. I’m a piece, only a master could make...

Saw a man enter the train from Araneta Center Cubao station with his son. There’s an empty space in the seat and the man let his son, who is about 3-4 years old I guess, sit and he’ll just stand. But his son whined and wants him to sit down and he’ll just sit on his father’s lap. So the man did it so.

I smiled as I stared at them. I just realized how much a father really loves his children or how a parent really loves their children. They’re ready to sacrifice their own convenience for the sake of their children. If my daddy and I were in that situation, I am sure he would do the same.