Make My Day

FB Posted on November 28, 2012 at 1:10am:

A simple glance
A smile perchance
Can make one's day
In every way.

It could be destiny
Sweet serendipity
If only one could hear
The heart's silent cheer. <3

Nothing is impossible

Posted on Facebook, Nov. 26, 2015 at 1:47am:

When you wanna shout but you cannot speak.
When you wanna dance but there is no music.
When you wanna go up but there's no ladder.
When you wanna breathe but there is no air.

That's when your voice is most deafening.
That's when your dance is most amazing.
That's when you realize you've got wings to fly.
That's when you realize nothing is impossible... if you just try.

How I miss you too

How the soil misses the rain
How the tree misses the breeze
How the tracks miss the train
How the flower misses the bees
How I miss you too

Though the soil may drown in the heavy rain
Though the tree may break from the strong breeze
Though the tracks carry the burden of the train
Though the flower may be stung by bees
Love still conquers through

Love, obsession, fondness, whatchamacallit?

I think I am in love with someone. Then again, if love is to make people or things achieve their essence and heavenly ordained destiny, maybe it's not love after all. Or just a little.

I think I am obsessed with this someone too. I think about this person every day, almost every moment. But if obsession is wanting possession of this person, I don't think it is obsession at all.

Fondness, yes I want to see this person but I try to control myself as much as I can. Because aside from the fact that I can't see this person every day, I don't want to get too attached. But I usually can't help it and can't get this person off my mind.

Platonic. It is non-sexual. Aside from we are both female and I am not gay, she's much older than me and I see her as a superior, as a mentor.

When my mother died, I looked up to her as a mother figure. Also a father figure because of her disciplinary attitude. What's funny is I used to be afraid her. But now, although I still get a little scared of her at times, I care about her more.

I think of wanting to hug her all the time, but she is not fond of hugs. So I am simply grateful to see her, even from afar. No need for touch nor any conversation. Exactly similar to my relationship with my mom.

I draw strength from her, like I used to draw strength from my mom and dad.

I don't know what to call my feelings for her.

Silence

It's been a while again when I last posted. Anyway, I saw this poem on my Facebook memories. I posted it on November 5, 2016 at 3:02am. I was wondering what happened this day, maybe I told someone my problem and that person just brushed it off and walked away. Lol. Here goes:

In my silence, hear me speak

You think I'm strong but I'm really weak

Words need not be spoken

If you only listen.

Do you hear me, are you listening?

Can you hear my heart is beating?

Beating, not because of you

I am alive, not only you.

When it's time for me to talk

That's the time you decide to walk

Walk away, far away

When I had hoped you'd stay.

The world never revolved around me

Because that is my destiny

Is it selfish to ask I wish it did at times

So I can sense the beauty behind these rhymes.

Do you hear me shouting now?

Can you hear me somehow?

Now, somehow?

How? Now.