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"The mind is the origin of all meaning. I mean what I say. Words in themselves are empty."

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At Least Shrug

Breathe.  

You might never forget him/her.

There’ll be nights when her smile will cripple you with sadness

And mornings when his voice will fill you with emptiness

And days when those unanswered questions will haunt you again: What/why/when/where and how did all these happen?  

But she’s already gone

and you’re left alone In the ruins of your humanity

But don’t forget to breathe

Their memories might remain

A mixtape of good and bad refrains

But one day, you’ll get up  

Scarred yet proud

Just like what you do after waking up from your worst nightmare

You might still remember bits and pieces

Of heartaches from yesteryears

But wear them like a badge

Breathe and stay for a little while.

Stay.

You might not be able to save everyone

Your friend will have her heart broken so many times

Your brother will get frustrated over expectations not met

Your parents will fight over all sorts of things

And the world will be full of crap and inconsistencies.    

(That you often wish upon a shooting star  

For a spaceship that will bring you to the remotest part of the universe

Where you hope to find eternal respite)  

You might not be able to pen everyone’s happy ever after

Not even yours but I hope you’ll stay

Even when caring becomes too painful  

And there’s nothing you can do but listen

Become someone’s wonderwall – a secret hiding place

And once in a while, allow yourself to shrug your shoulders

The world is not for you alone to bear.  

Life is not always nice

The rain you love is sometimes cold and cuts bitterly like ice

But in time, seasons will change  

And wounds will heal  

It may take long but one day, the hurts will be over

And broken hearts will be better.

At least for now, please breathe and stay for a little while.

Artwork:  Atlas Shrugged by Richie Stutler  

#BeBravelySincereWithYourself

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Dehumanize the human eyes

(What they didn’t tell you about being human)* Care, they said

Because the world is a lot bigger than your own creation

and it needs every little bit of faith

every ounce of love

every drop of hope

that could generate even just a sliver of compassion

that could wash away the poison  

and all the hate bombs  that nations hurl against each other  

Love, they said

Because it could make great walls crumble down

and create bridges of trust

that would open doors of apathy

that countries, cities and even individuals build around each other  

Care, you did

But they didn’t tell you that to do so would mean becoming helpless

because there’s nothing you can do but watch

as someone you care about envelops herself in the darkness and solitude

and turns to pain when all his heart has been cried out  

Love, you did

But they didn’t tell you that it would mean losing yourself

as you get caught up in a tug-of-war

between yourself and someone  

whose every smile masks a broken soul

whose every laughter is a muffled war cry

and every sigh is a battle scar

Because that person’s war is even bigger on the inside  

And you choose to fight alongside them –  

albeit quietly and unnoticed –  

And even if they didn’t want you to

You stay

Because to go away would rather be your downfall

You patiently await for the time that the piece that has gone missing

could pick up her shattered bits and become whole again

And hope that when the time comes

You could rise up with her Be there, they said

But they didn’t tell you that your presence could be ruinous

that you’re better off gone

and instead of building a bridge

it would be nicer to burn one

Sometimes, to disappear is healthier than to linger

(You want to hug them, whisper to them the words of life

But you just can’t)

  Be human, they said

Because the world is slowly self-destructing

and humanity is just clinging to monosyllabic threads

to survive but where exactly should all the love, faith, and hope go?  

10.12.16

Photo (c)

https://lolasbrush.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/lolas-brush-starry-night-doctor-who.jpg

*In observation of #WorldMentalHealthDay

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Warped

Look at how time flies From the moment we first saw each other Time fled from our incessant chatter The clock fell silent, as if it didn't want to bother Every word we uttered Every second a thought Every minute a story Every hour a world Every moment we shared Was a series of eternities charted Look at how time flies To the moment we last saw each other Time bled at the reopening of old wounds forcibly closed The clock stood witness uncomfortably Every second a memory Every minute a history Every hour a future Every moment we shared Was a labyrinth of doors, opening and closing Opening and closing Look at how time flies From the moment you held the key to unlock my humanity To the time you lost the key to yours

(Would you let me?)

04.12.16 Art: Love by Alexander Milov

Photo: Oleg Yarov

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"Oh, there he goes again, in one of his moods. Moody Finch. Angry Finch. Unpredictable Finch. Crazy Finch. But I’m not a compilation of symptoms. Not a casualty of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I’m a person.”

Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places

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"Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition." ― Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo | Steel-Wire Sculpture by Stephanie Lopez

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Retrace to remember (the) why.

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"Love is so short, forgetting is so long." Pablo Neruda

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The Sun never says to the Earth: "You owe me." #hotelart #hafiz (at Luxent Hotel)

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Why alone. Just because. #streetart #why #maginhawa (at Maginhawa Street)

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Petrichor

I will not forget

  Despite the anticipated heartaches and longing

which I might [or not] feel whenever I see or feel a hint of you

I will watch you, quite lovingly and enduringly

  from a distance

  I will stay as far as I could

relinquishing your memory to the farthest and unreachable depths of my subconscious

where you will never hear the deafening whispers of love

  not anymore

  I will watch every star

and marvel at every firework with the same intensity when I was beside you

I will write for you with the same fervor

even without hopes that you will read those letters someday

  But I will not forget

  You might have been gone forever

never to return again; thus forbidding me to gaze upon your existence

But I will never forget you

  Because wherever and whenever I go, you are you

the same human to whom I offered my love

You're every aspect of this realm, even the scent of rain on dry earth

  I might not have you but you’re always the same memento engraved into my soul

And there’s nothing you can do to make me forget

I might try and succeed

but in the end, I can never forget you

  12.23.13

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An Analysis of Our Future (or Lack Thereof)

I. Rationale

In this piece, I present our (hi)story

To illustrate its tragic brevity, and ascertain its potential continuity

Looking into the complex set of our interactions  

I will attempt to interpret its possible conclusion

  II. Background of the Study

Of all the months to disappear, you chose the coldest

'Tis the season when love's found yet I lost mine

I was left all blue, when everything's just red and green

Now it’s been a thousand nights, I wonder what magic Santa would bring

  III. Review of Related Literature

Freed by Pinocchio and blue fairy (2007), our frequencies resonated in harmony

I professed I want to write I love you (2008), yet required nothing of you

Yes, an impossible case of unrequited love (2012)

Pretty odd (2011), perhaps I really knew nothing of love

  I wrestled with so many whys when you left (2013)

I tried to move on and get over it

But even the petrichor (2013) reminded me not to forget

That detour (2014) that our story could take

  IV. Data Analysis

As if we’re playing hide and seek, off and on, we went

And every time, I’m left with a lot of ambiguities

Yet you provided me with data that made me hope and wait

I’ve got enough evidence to hold on and have faith

  V. Summary and Conclusion

However schizophrenic we might’ve been

Our story is nowhere near its end

For even the universe refuses to give in

However lost, we will find ourselves again

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Angels Wept

The glass is almost empty Time is running out The last grain of our memories is about to fall and pop out But time and again You refuse to let go Really, at the moment when everything's about to Disintegrate You come and turn the hour glass upside down Back to its initial state Heavens, why? Once again, I'm at the beginning of a never-ending loop of waiting, and wondering Are we starting over again? Or it's just another chapter of misjudged feelings,  misinterpreted renderings?

Image Source: http://wallpaperiz.com/weeping-angels-2935-hd-wallpapers/weeping-angels-2935-hd-wallpapers.html

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W is for Why

It’s been wracking my brain

Wrecking every wakeful moment of this wretched life

Why do I have to wrestle with every thought of you now

Out of my restless consciousness

When I wanted your memories to reign my world back then?

Why would you wish those wonderful whiles to perish

And wipe them out of existence when you were one of the playwrights

Why would you allow them to go to waste

And left me alone without?

And here I am, a weathered wraith

Working on a way to withdraw from this irrational wrath

I don’t want to forget - not yet

I don’t want to just let you walk away

So here I write

And now I’m the one asking you, ‘Why’?

01.06.14

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Ridiculous Jock Law

Heart breaks

Twisted speaks

As if history was a welcoming feat

Turned out 'twas nothing but a liar's cheat

  A vicious cycle

Hidden behind a saintly veil

Promised change had been only a tell-tale

For decades now - but to no avail

  Above, the skies

Beneath, dominantly the seas

Infinitely, they resist to remain

Making everyone blue in their wake

  They maybe royals

A smokescreen of peace

But love refuses to freeze

It blazes red amidst all the trials. 

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"Let it go! Let it go! I'm one with the wind and sky."

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Stranger Than Fiction (2006)

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Loneliness, Stefan. That’s why you and I memorialize our dead. There’s the briefest of moments before we kill where we literally hold their life in our hands, and then we rip it away, and we’re left with nothing. So gathering other people’s letters or writing their names on a wall, it’s a reminder. That in the end, we’re left infinitely and utterly alone. – Klaus

The Vampire Diaries S04E09