For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
“Does it ever happen to you? That you talk to someone a lot for years and one day you chose not to talk to that person, just because you have nothing to talk about? Is it okay?”
“Hm..it is okay to me, if one day you feel that way towards me. I did that few times to many people as well. Sometimes the moment has gone, some other times the memories becomes unrelated and don't matter anymore. Sad for sure, but it happened.”
I once wished that some things will stay the same. That time will go slow and moments will not be forgotten.
But I'm thankful now that things are always changing. That the sky will always have different colors, or else I won't be able to witness such a beautiful sunset.
I'm grateful that life happens.
Always strive to achieve more and more. More experiences, more skills, more knowledge, more deeper understanding of life, more people to share the love of life with, more life mementos.
More of everything that won't make you greedy, won't make you spoil, won't make you have less when you share them, and won't make you less happy when comes the time for you to let go of them
A wide, limitless, and endless blue sky that reminds me of you.
I will never know where will it be ended, never know where will it take me to.
Yet never once I hesitate to just jump and floating with you in this universe.
I wonder, will you remember me when you see a blue sky, one day.. long after I'm gone.
“There are so many things that people try to project about themselves. How success or smart they are, how beautiful and brave they are, how rich they are, and many more, even to how fine they are.
Yet the one that really matters, ironically is the one that
“Any act to generalize the point of view of an art and or artist/artisan is actually killing the layers of intimacy between the creator and the art lover.
I prefer to seek, understand and experience the connection with each one, by my own, and taking it as the journey of life.
That connection that with time will become a bound, and to experience it fully, is like a la petite mort.
That's to me, and I agree to disagree. Art is one to each own anyway.”
That feeling.
When you arrive at a new place that you've never been before, and no one that you ever know, is there.
Reborn.
And I plead guilty for being addicted to that feeling.
Blisfully.
How could you blame me for the roses that bloom in my heart? Just because you can't handle the thorns, doesn't mean I can't grow them.
The truth is, I don't even mind to be blamed for them. Or maybe I just don't give a fuck of how you feel about them.
You should know better.
I love you better when I miss you.
As weird as it may sounds, and as much as you tried to take it as part of my silly side, now you know I really meant it.
Many times, togetherness make us dissolved into each other. We are not
I remember one of my penpals wrote me on one of her letters back then, “We, Europeans, are the master of celebrating sadness. We dig deep into it, appreciate the beauty in it, and celebrate it eloquently.”
I couldn't help thinking of those sentences when I saw the burlesque and cabaret shows. The performers smiled all the time, being energetic and all, but actually most of the songs that they performed, ... were sad songs.