Essential Trivia

So I checked on you.

Because you've been crossing my dreams three nights in a row now.

And I'm beginning to wonder how are you doing.

So I checked on you.

And I see that you're perfectly fine.

Enjoying and binging the things you enjoy the most.

And for a minute I thanked God for keeping you safe and sound all these years.

But I remember you.

Maybe thinking that you're just a trivial part of my memory.

But you are one ESSENTIAL.

And you don't have to know that.

I don't want to bother you nor stir something in your head.

I am writing about you as my escape.

This is for me.

And this is about you.

I remember you.

Believing in me when no one else does.

I remember you.

The only one who could look me in the eye and truly trust everything that I say...

When my reputation was so bruised and shattered into pieces and so filthy that even I cannot dare to look at.

I remember you.

The only one who could see clearly.

Convincing me that the home that I knew has turned into a prison.

Convincing me to escape and find myself again.

I remember you.

And you are NOT aware that you exist in my life.

You carried me out of the dark when I can't walk myself out.

You talked me through the night so I won't feel scared.

You convinced me of my worth.

And I don't want you to know that.

I don't want to bother you nor stir something in your head.

I am at peace with myself now.

So you can haunt me for the rest of my life.

But I won't bother you nor stir something in your head.

For whatever is inside my heart I'll keep it till the end of my days.

Alignment

Then suddenly they aligned.

All that was meant to be is mine.

It was I all along...

It was written in the stars even before I was born.

The Language

There is this language unspoken...

The language that cannot be heard but deafening...

The language that is mostly misunderstood...

The language that comes with pain...

This language is called... Silence.

It is funny how a  writer could twist a fiction and turn it into reality in someone else's mind.

I believe writing is a gift.

It is a way communication to anyone who cannot speak for themselves.

It is a way how others can relate on what I wrote and inspire them from what they have read.

I always say that not everything that a writer writes is about himself. 

Because it is true. 

We write whatever comes in our minds mostly at 3 am when everything is quiet.

Many of these are just imaginations inspired by our friends' lives.

Some from strangers along the way.

While most of course, are from our own, it was not all.

It is a gift to turn every chaos in life into a work of art.

Art in words.

Art in every inspiring stories.

Art in every lyric.

Art in every poetry.

Art that only appears in the mind of the reader.

Art that was passed through by the writer.

Art as a communication to inspire.

Get Back (Your Control)

What is worse than a wrong dream is having the right dream with a wrong man.

So, Stop forcing monsters to turn into an angel just to satisfy your illusion.

Remember, even Alice came back to reality.

Reality becomes real only when you say - Enough.

I believe that when you finally said "Enough", that is when you are finally getting back your own control.

Because the moment you said "Enough", it is when you will finally get back your life after somebody or something has been controling your emotions and your way of thinking.

If you want your control back in your life...

Have the courage to say - "Enough".

Footnotes:

Dedicated to the beautiful Alpha Women.

Calmness and Chaos

After all the calmness and chaos...

How many times do you have to learn that same old lesson?

Fall with Grace

We, humans, are all doomed to fall.

For one, because of gravity.

Two, because we're not angels and we don't have wings.

But the difference between the WEAK, the STRONG, and the WISE is that...

Mostly, they land BROKEN...

Some land on their FEET...

But only FEW could land with GRACE and SMILE on the face which will make you wonder if they were broken or not, because they just land BEAUTIFULLY.

Defying Odds

It doesn't matter where

Or how.

If you wanted to bloom where you're planted,

Then you could somehow.

Be the one beautiful thing

In the midst of chaos.

Until chaos itself 

Becomes an Art

Because of you.

Sir James Taylor

Weren't you my first mistake,

Sir James Taylor?

I believed your four seasons

Until I've learned that it was only 2, said my professor.

But I don't blame you.

We're living in different shores.

You're not lying.

But so was my professor.

But on a day like today

And it was a good friday.

I've learned that life has not two

And neither it has four.

After all

We've got thousands

In our lifetime

To go through.

And weren't you my second song,

Sir James Taylor?

I still sing your four seasons

After all I've been through.