Do anyone here know the weight of their words? Anyone?
Please Hear Me
Please hear this. Bear with me. When you've read it and heard what my hollow chest has been imploring you to hear will you realize how hard it was for me to write this? Will you come and glue all the broken things where my heart should have been? Will I have my happy ever after with you? Will you believe me for the things I say? Please, for the nth time I've uttered this, hear me. Hear me out. Please hear this.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
My Promised Huang he
Stop saying forever. I know you’ll leave me. And when that
time comes, I’ll cry a river in commemoration of the love we shared (if we did
share it). Don’t worry, that’s not a hyperbole, I’ve saved enough tears in jars
to forge my promised Huang he.
Friday, November 30, 2012
There is More to Life
There is more to life than finding the one who will love you, stop looking for a love life, for a moment, and start looking for a life.
No Story is Ever Less Significant
In a classroom, when someone is speaking, especially in the first day of
school, about their lives, everyone would be straining their necks, even the
snobs, toward the person who's speaking. This is because no story
is ever so small. Ever so dull. Ever so typical. Everyone deserves to be heard.
Each one’s story is worth the strain in the neck.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Those that Secretly Taste Us
Be afraid when butterflies rest by you, they are secretly tasting you by their foot. And then, when they're satisfied, they'll fly away from you again, leaving you alone.
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