May 29, 2018
I read back on the things I've written.
It's as if it is another's work.
The person that wrote those things,
They are but a memory in its most fleeting form.
- words.by.a.boy
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from Aruba
seen from Brazil
seen from Belarus
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from South Korea
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from Malaysia
seen from Austria
seen from Canada
I read back on the things I've written.
It's as if it is another's work.
The person that wrote those things,
They are but a memory in its most fleeting form.
- words.by.a.boy
Tomorrow will be our last day in the office since our program will cease operation. It kinda sucks because man, I love the people I work with. I gave them letters a week early because I don't want to cry on the last day.
This is a memorable job experience. The work environment in my first job will definitely be the benchmark.
I want to achieve a lot of things. I am hopeful that I'll stay in the institution for now as I finish my graduate studies. Also, it's a little difficult to move to another city when there's a freakin' pandemic.
Universe, please be kind to me.
Amongst the sea of familiar faces, I will endlessly ponder why looking at yours feel strange to me.
Uncertainty // A Story A Day #94
But it would be nice if we could watch the sunset together someday, just the two of us…
Eternal by Ryan Jones
At dawn there are no lies. The curtain is drawn on old beginnings. It’s my fault, partly. I walk alone, alone. Midst the forest of life the trees speak, but I am silent. I branch off under the grey sun, knowing her eyes are forever lost, forever dismal, forever tainted with our existence. At dusk there are no truths. Outside of my window I see…I see the withering sunflower broken against the cracked paintbrush; bristles of sorrow. The stain of my sins, Woe! The stain of my sins, Woe! I’m more afraid of what lies within, than Without. Only you, understand. Only you. I see your trail in my night. Visions of tormenting beauty. Oracle of inspiration, Radiant Goddess, luminous muse. In my heart you own a mansion. Nothing, nothing can alter the Eternal.