Friday, January 12, 2018

Phantom from my dreams

As the sun rose higher into the sky, the more faded my visions of you become.
You invade my dreams, twisting my reality until the warm kiss of the sun wakes me..
Or until the echoes of my alarm clock herald the start of my rat race.

You were just a distant memory, a part of my younger days.
You left us and burned bridges.
You never wanted anything to do with us anymore.
Our daily lives are a far cry from each other.
It was your choice to stay away.

And yet here you are in my dreams, happy & full of mystery.
Oh how we enjoyed ourselves! Every dream felt like an adventure.
Yet when reality sets in, I never heard so much as a peep from you.
How many years has it been?

When I continue my everyday toil, I remember the oceans that separated us.
At times I even feel abandoned.
And yet… and yet I feel no romantic love for you.
Am I fond of you? Yes. But in love? I don’t think so.

No matter how much I examine my heart, I only feel this fondness for you.
Bittersweet fondness born from our younger memories.
Yet why?! Why do you invade my subconscious so?
Why do I feel lost after my eyes flutter open from dreams of you?

Monday, August 14, 2017

Thoughts # 27

Your eyes are like magnets as they search mine in a crowd. You compel me to answer that look and when our eyes meet, the crowd blurs into a muted background. It was like time stopped until one of us looks away.

Thoughts # 26

No matter how much we act strong, carry ourselves as if we don’t need anybody. We always want to be saved, taken care of by that one particular, special person.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Photo Post # 19

Kodamas in their natural habitat! 😊☀️🌲🌱 Had fun taking picture of these tiny and sneaky creatures! The day was so hot and sweat was trickling from my neck to my back but I ignored it just so I can take good shots with them. Totally worth the effort. 😁 To more practice shots with different subjects! 

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Thoughts # 25

People keep saying we should embrace individuality but once we voice out our unorthodox brand of fulfillment, they frown upon it.