159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.
Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Continue reading “Unbreaking Chains”
You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence.
In the darkness of midday.
Everyone gets lost around you.
Mindlessly, on loop.
Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears —
Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles.
They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason.
Have you ever thought, how something so hopeless, can ever make you feel this optimistic? You hope, and fervently pray that at the end of the winding road, you see her. Waiting. That maybe, just maybe, you did something right.
To deserve her. To be loved by someone like her.
They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice and never because of circumstances.
She needed her. Held her. Made her feel alive. One bus ride. One perfect day at the beach. One starry night at the castle towers.
Then one lifetime without her.
Have you ever thought, how something so beautiful can ever make you feel this. Unbearable darkness. With her last words of hate, stinging your soul. Scarring you for eternity.
They met, not by fate, but by chance. Do they say goodbye out of choice?
How could one not believe?
Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time.
Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss.
How could one question life’s existence?
Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith.
I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty.
How could one still have doubts?
The ancient bells tolled, as the wind swayed with ease.
Closing my tear drenched eyes, with a whisper of thy name.
How does one say goodbye?
In you, I surrender.
A step closer — my soul completely vanishes.
Into you, I ache.
Your stunning lips mend the uncompromising wounds.
With you, I soar.
Slight kiss reveals what was long forgotten.
For you, I’ll live.
Every second — you whisper a thousand truths.
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This photo was taken last weekend at dawn (Calatagan, Philippines) with inspiration within reach.
Woke with a bloody fist and a busted lip, countless broken dreams on the floor. Read More
I know it’s late, I know you’re weary. I know your plans, don’t include me.
With the dark night suffocating the apathetic crowd, I continued with the song in a tired, strained voice. Read more
How do you wake up after you spent the previous night crying?
How do you stop believing in something that made you happy for the longest time?
History: This was inspired by someone who realized how wrong she was, a little too late.
Written a little over two years ago, enjoy.
Teaser: One of my beta readers (slash incredibly supportive friends) asked once— of all the beautiful places in the Philippines, why did I choose the quaint town of Sagada, Mt. Province as the setting for my first ever book project.
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