My Blunt Existence

The rhythm of my hand goes well with the drops of ink and with words floating in my brain. I do not have highfalutin words to speak of, instead, the way of my emotions and the labyrinth that my soul’s going through are the ones obliging me to put the significance of other’s life into scriptures.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

On My Way Back

I went along on this journey called life. Sometimes I won. Sometimes I'm defeated. Sometimes I'm lost and struggle hard to find my way. Sometimes I'm just moving along. Sometimes I'm stuck and just can't move on. They say, the only permanent thing in life is change. I have learned to cope with the changes. I have realize that I have to change in these changing times. But change does not mean that I have to change what I do or drop what...

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