February 2012
105 posts
blinksoflife:
Emptiness.
Nothingness.
Everything is still.
Only the sound of my heart beating.
A quiet joy.
A peaceful mind.
Rising high and above.
Everything seems so small.
It matters not, the noises outside.
Like fogs they passed by me.
The wind may haul. The thunders crack.
But it matters not. They eventually disappear.
What's left..
are traces of memories in one's mind.
Just like a...
“”sinungaling ka kapag sinabi mong ayaw mong ma-inlove”
- mommy”
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libraryland:
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do…
