Struggle

After a long vacation from my writing craft, I have returned to state what is rightfully to be told.

During those absence, I felt like I don’t want to write something or about anything, I felt like exhausted from life itself. My mind ran up dry from squeezing words for writing and so I decided to take a little break. I thought that maybe somehow I could store up on ideas and wisdom for me to deliver an even greater article the next time.

Lots of interesting things flooded my head but none of them seem to make any sense as I mold them into an article. Scenes stumbled upon each other that I couldn’t even figure out which one to start or which one to finish, but all of them seem to be too ambiguous that I couldn’t even decipher what I was aiming for as I continue to make the article. It seems that I always lost my focus in the midst of those paragraphs that I was writing.

It was hard. It felt like I was a failure in doing something I thought I do best at some time. I can’t pull those right words together. I couldn’t put any meaning to what I was writing that I just left them unfinished in the corner of my computers desktop. And I don’t want to gamble on posting an article that is half baked because I know that those who are reading these articles of mine deserves nothing but the best of my writing craft. Thus, articles pile up in me, in my head. And everywhere I go, it seems like there are lots of stories I wanted to tell, but I just can’t pull them off together. Still I waited.

And so, after bringing the pieces together, I’m back, to take what’s rightfully mine, to tell what is there to be told, and to face what is there to overcome, and to finally finish what I already started.

Loud Silence

In the midst of oblivion, I find myself looking back on how and what life might have been so far for me, for us. And every time I come to the final stage of conclusion, life is but a worthwhile stage play, and like every other stage play, everyone acts as to what their role has been. But unlike any other stage play that has a single or two main characters, everyone that has life is the main character of the play.

Where am I going? Am I taking the right path? – These are just questions that pop up my head during these times. As to where am I going, I am not sure. But still, I continue to travel the journey of life and face each hindrance with my head up. Maybe I guess there is no such thing as “THE RIGHT PATH”, no one walks the same path as anyone else, and that is one thing that’s making us unique from every other. We make our own path. That is the right word to state it. When we stumble upon a large field of grasses, you can never see a path, and that is the very reason why you create your own path in the middle of that field. You clear your own way regardless of where it might lead you, but somehow you have the right feeling that over that great field, something good is waiting for you to take. So don’t hesitate to just walk within those large fields, because you’re creating your path and that is the right one.

I can still hear those loud screams from the city, though I’m not very sure if it’s only in my mind or I do really hear it. Somehow I also miss those noises from the city, being in this solitude makes me think of those things I wanted to remember and write, some those I don’t want to remember. In this deafening silence, I ease my mind and clear my head that I may be able to come up with something great somehow, and those great things are mostly from the past.

Gone are those days when I used to argue over a piece of candy with my sister, which in the end, I get to be scolded by my parents for doing so. I miss that. Not the arguments, but the attention. They used to watch over us so discreetly, that every move we make is for them to know and judged. I miss those now that I am here in this solitude night.

I sit here under the perfectly circled light giver of the night. Reminiscing reminiscing reminiscing. “Those were the days…” I mended myself, and those were the days that molded me to what I am today.

Rainy Situations

Sometimes when your alone and no one to turn to and don't know what to do and where to go. Finding, thinking on were to lean on this playful life and when your feeling blu and wanted someone to be with in your sorrow, sadness and triumphs in life. When you think there's no one left but you, think again. And if you want to fall a tear I'll be here to listen to every word that you will say.

And when it rains the heavens pour from your eyes and when there's a dark storm tears flow but your not alone my friend. So many questions in your mind all you want was to know, why its like this this things happening in my life. If you will ask me I don't also know why.

I'm ready to be someone you can use to kill time and cheat moments when the rain comes. I am here waiting just call me and ill run to you.

Getting Away

There's one morning when we are all together and come and gathered. How nice to see and feel that we are still grouped as one. To the ends of the earth till cough hounds our lungs. When tears roll from our eyes, when stars fall from skies.

Watch my eyes do you see what I see or you did not witnessed it? That I'm flying going to heaven. Do you wanna come with me along with my journey or wanna be left behind?

You don't need to hide because you are shy and you don't need to find another one just forget everything including problems and set aside useless things. Take a deep breath because we will depart from this ambiguous life and imperfect destiny that we are capable of believing. Wrong beliefs that lead us to temptations and are you ready? to break away and spread our wings and I'll teach you how to fly.

So many things that are forbidden in this life that are stabbing us but open your heart and mind and let imagination fly.