Quarter Past 8

It was quarter past 8 in the evening; the place seemingly surrounded by a diamond-speckled sky…

A subtle breeze bidding the trees good night… A muffled radio playing from a distance, sending soft tones to the young man’s ear…

He is in love.

He was staring at the bright moon, waiting for his fate to arrive when he suddenly felt a drizzle. Will it rain soon?

He looks back at the chandelier lighting the big house, and then he saw her.

She was holding an umbrella but that’s all he could see. The moonlight didn’t seem enough to show her face. Is it her? Is it his fate?

She started walking towards him, her face still hiding from his gaze. The breeze slowly turning into strong wind… It will rain soon.

He remained standing under the dark sky; The drizzle became larger waterdrops.

Before the rain fell, saving him from almost getting drenched, she was there. Right in front of him…

It was his love.

Under the charcoal sky, in the middle of the defeaning rain, he stood there with her.. Her face as bright as the moon, her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

He is in love.

 

Empty or Full

When you give, do you feel empty or full?

Do you feel like you should receive something in return or not? Do you feel like you need to get recognition or, at the very least, a ‘Thank You’?

What we feel after giving tells us what we’re feeding– our pride, our conscience, our heart, our soul.

Nothing wrong with expecting something in return, it’s just that the emptier we feel, the farther we are from feeding our soul.

I guess it is the same when we love?

 

Brokenness

Sometimes you don’t realize how broken you are until people start getting hurt stepping on glass pieces of your brokenness.

Now that you are aware of your brokenness, you hope that someone will pick up your pieces and put you in a place where you can still shine or turn you into a kaleidescope… anywhere or anything but staying scattered on the floor.

 

Different But The Same

There are times it is too early, sometimes it is late.

There are times it is barely there, sometimes it is all that you see.

There are times it shows you a whole spectrum, sometimes it just gets dark.

We view it differently everyday, yet it is always the same.

Our life is like the sunset…

Regardless of the journey and how people see it, it still sets beautifully and at peace. ♥️

 

Rawness of thoughts

I haven’t been able to write anything the past year. I guess I was busy most of the time, or other times just uninspired to write. And then one night, I suddenly felt the urge to try voice recording. No, I didn’t mean singing. Voice blogging if you can call it that? Maybe I’ll share one here. Next time.