Flightless Birds Across The Horizon

“The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.” ―C. JoyBell C.



Have you ever felt that you've been alone for so long?

As if you're really in a crowded place, being with people, enjoying everything that has been happening, and yet there's this still small voice inside that keeps whispering to your inner soul.

You want to be happy.
You are trying to be but you just seem can't.

Being used to getting hurt is never easy.
It never was.
I don't think it will be easy to suddenly make it go away.

Have you ever felt being so numb from the pain and yet you're still asking yourself,"Why does it still hurts?"

There's so many questions running in your head, yet you can't put everything into words and still you want it to somehow release you from your sacred haven—the world you created.

That world is so far away, only you can fathom its height and depth.
A world built from walls and burned bridges.
A place you can call your own.

Being inside your world makes you feel alive.It boils the blood through your veins.It awakens your sunken soul.

Beneath the morbid shadow of yellow and blues, this place resembles your sanctuary.
Your refuge.
The serenity and peace it offers makes you feel restless.
Home. At last.

But it is never enough to stay in your beautiful world.
Sometimes, there's a need, there's a hunger to fly away and make a great escape.

There will come a time that you wanted to search and go forth to something you have been longing to find.
To seek the answers to the questions that you never thought you wouldn't get answers to.
You want to take flight and let the wind lead you where you can go.

Let the soft breeze carry your wings, and free your spirit.
Let it free your burdened soul.

Let go.
Let it go.

Of Tulips And Dreams

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Coming straight from the bottom of my heart, my lips start quivering as the words refuse to flow out my fingertips.

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal.

Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels.

What's the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away?
I am having second thoughts about how far I should go into the story.

 Every night I talk to the stars pretending as if they have emotions of their own.
Though they're all far away and never reply to my questions.
Let the moon stay still, with every movement, of the flower as the rain falls.

Why do people tell you to believe in what you want to but then tell you not to believe in the one true thing you do believe in?

Do not assume that those who seek to comfort you now, live untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good.
Their lives may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remain far beyond yours.
Were it otherwise, they would never have been able to find those words.
those words almost a hypnosis that carries on its will.

I will not be broken.
Just live and breathe, again.

There once was a time, when silence meant nothing to me.

Staring at the world, through the hole you put through my head.
It was like slowly falling to pieces, and painting a colorful mosaic, of autum leaves on the ground.
Yet the still wind, and rain move continuously on its pace, like a flower but still there is light.
But no more fragrance, no more petals.
Just like the wind and the rain.


Though my eyes told of forever, but yours they're frozen in a hailstorm.
November wrapped you gray, and December saw you fade away.

So when you've finally made up your fickle, ever-changing mind.
Make your way down to the boiling heat and bleeding sky.

Look for me and reach for my hand, and I'll let you know that I'm doing all I can.

  

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/* Made last January 19, 2012 at 03:02 AM*/

Pink Petals Drifting Away

"It's not what you hold in your hands that you can call your own. It's what you have after you've opened to let them go."

I might not know when or where
it will lead me,
but I will not stop—letting go.
Under the velvet sky,
amidst the air I look again.
'til the memories of you fade away,
'til the tears in my eyes dry,
'til all the petals in my hands disappear.
Soon my heart will be free,
as I continue erasing your memory.
and forgetting what it has to be.

Forgetting all that we'll ever be.