This is not new. We hurt those we love and we are hurt in return. When we love someone we will be love in return. It will be always and will never change, now I know the proverb of ” you reap what you sow” so live our lives with no regrets. Love blooms where kindness is planted. Feel the blessings in your hands and spread it out. So love, dream and cherish and good karma will always come.:)
As I stare out of nowhere ( a normal thing for me to do) the idea of having a vacation unfold in my mind. But where can I find the best place to be in this world? Crime and war disport everywhere and peace blot out all over the map. I’m thinking of having fun and wind down while others are flogging for their lives. I’m talking about “peace” here cause I’m a peace advocate. Can onerous killings make our desires come true? I don’t think so. Nothing will be accomplished, only the desire to kill again will keep up. Revenge will take over forgiveness and peace. Time will come, there will be no more blissful vacation. let’s have one’s eye on this world to shatter and await for our new tomorrow with our Creator, it is indeed the best place to be.
Her world is covered in pink,
filled with sweetness and love,
her eyes only see the presence of love,
‘cos her heart is white as the color of dove.
She’s beautiful suchlike a maiden in love,
her laugh is warm like my pillow at night.
Her smile is radiant as the sun so bright,
her hand is open so generous, so kind.
How much I love, how much I adore
this lady in pink so distant and pure
how I yearn for, how i hold on
to this feeling so whole.
Now your away, so painful, so blue
I only see you in my mind like clue
her name in my mind, stick like glue,
her name…Ramielle… my best friend, the lady in pink.
I crave to kiss you,,I wish to hug you,
I desire to care for you, I want to believe in you
I dream to live with you, I yearn to love you.
I want to look up to see you, ‘cos you’re my star
I covet to fly above the sky to hold you
‘cos you’re my angel up in sky.
I simply want to be with you,
But how can I do this with you…
If you’re not true.
I love chicken dishes but I can’t eat one anymore. It’s not that I consulted a doctor and they forbid me not to eat chicken anymore. Okay, I forbid myself. What a hard decision to make, and I already ate one lat night. It’s all about chicken alright, because I’m frustrated that whenever I ate one a CHICKEN-POX-LIKE suddenly comes out at my wrist and legs. Is it a curse? Because I love chicken wings and chicken legs? It makes me hard to breath; so chicken dishes is my killer now? But i love chicken, It made me realize the worth of the saying ” too much love will kill you”.
what a sad life, so the meat of my life now is fish ( yeah because I’m not eating pork). I’m crying because of frustration and idiocy of my thoughts because I’m blogging this. The hallucination of chicken haunts me. It is not my farewell to my beloved chicken yet, I’m going to a doctor so he can give me right med so I can enjoy chicken again. So again chicken… FLY TO ME 🙂
I woke up this morning with my madness waiting. sweating all the sweats and after that, eat my usual breakfast ( the bread and lemon). As the sun rises I prayed for a brand new day, but today is just another day. I wish my chord to change; from numb to bliss, old to new, repeated to inconstant and dreary to riveting. Yeah I know… I should try something new, Something new that abreast me to change.