Ceaseless

  “He’s gone,” Finesse said, with no trace of any emotion in her voice. “Where to?” Tim tried to see her eyes but they were buried in her auburn hair. She lifted her head to look at Tim, wondering when this kind man would leave like all the rest did. “I don’t know, maybe somewhere…

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The Sun Will Rise and We Will Try Again

My heart is not full. Yet every like I receive from here makes my heart grow a little bit larger. So, thank you for stumbling upon my thoughts, for patiently reading and for making my world a little brighter knowing that someone out there knows how I feel. I told you how my rainy days…

As writers, we all struggle with finding enough time to write. There are a number of ways we can “make time” to write. Here are some of my favorites: Redefine Writing Time I used to think I needed a whole day to get some good writing done, but over the years, my time window has […]…

Back at One :)

Superman is back!!! I thought I was dreaming, but this is the fourth day since. You can't dream of the same thing for four consecutive days, right? He's back!! It's weird because the weather seems to know how I feel. After the gloomy days, the sun finally showed himself. How could a person be a…

Discipline is the Key

I uninstalled my Messenger, Facebook and Twitter. They're the three major sources of my frustration, a trap I always fall into every single hour of the day when I should be doing something else (like blogging. HM) I miss him. The problem is, my self-control feeds like my hormones and I read yesterday that it's a…

It’s Been Raining All Day

Another day without you. . Why’d you have to go? When will it ever stop this ache in my heart from your absence, the uncertainties of us, Will you ever come back?   Your mind, I fear and love, Sometimes I cannot take it, Sometimes you make me crazy, You make me fly, and float,…

Focus on the Good

Sometimes, I want to marry a businessman. Someone who’s too busy building his empire he has no time to deal with feelings and attachment. When he comes home I’d be his comfort. He’ll rest his head on my lap while I massage his temples and he will be at peace. It’s the selfish part of…

Oceans Inside Me

There is something good in crying. When you silently sob and release a helpless gasp, warm tears crawling down your cheeks as if it’s flushing out some of the pain. When I was little, I only cry about matters involving my family. Today, my tears fall for a different person. I thought I’m done crying…

The Clock Ticks and I’m not There

“Am I too late?” she asked, with those pleading eyes I hated. “Too late,” I said firmly as I grabbed her waist against mine. She smelled like fresh tulips, her natural scent, this lady has no patience for perfume. For a moment I forgot everything. She makes me forget everything, even the hells we went…