We created lots of memories

Without a story.

Somewhere all along we lost the magic of making beautiful tales.

Myths of love yet untold.

Blended with pain and chaos.

Somewhere all along.

We die unrequited and unknown.

Algorithms

 And in the midst of grey

There you are standing,

Between the space

Of memory and oblivion.

A tormenting phase

Of tristesse.

Moving forward...

Breathing...

Beating...

But the heart can still be unlock

By your algorithms.

But if we are to collect stones, how will we know which one to throw?

And if we are all graphites, how will we know which one will turn into diamonds? 

 But somewhere

In a distant parallel 

We are ourselves 

But the better versions 

Having the impeccable closure

Painful 

Peaceful 

Beautiful.

I didn't know it was my chance 

Until I stepped back.

And now you remember me

As the girl who run away.

 A simple 🥂 for the beginning 🙏😊❤️

If you can't read notes...

Then listen to it,

Sing with it,

Dance with it.

Who says music is meant to be read, anyway?

Climb with You

 There's a difference between the person trying to help you to get up when you're down...

And the person who goes with you to the bottom just to climb with you again.

Tarnished, But Never Broken

 Paper Dolls, beaded bracelets and alloy rings,

It is a rarest find...

To have it tarnished but still... 

Not shattered...

Never broken.

Thoughts and Ponders

 Ever wonder why in “ALMOST” all the great love stories you have read or heard, one of the lovers falls in love first before the other will finally feel the same way too? Did you ever wonder why they can't fall in love at the same time?

Well, I've realized that if two people will fall in love at the same time, at the same velocity, at the same force, at the same acceleration... then they will land at the same time. 

If they will land at the same time... then they can never catch each other, right? Both of them will end up hurt, broken and shattered into millions of pieces... then they can never be together.

So each love stories are designed to be twisted in a way that one of them falls in love first so that when he/she reached the ground, he/she could catch the other one when the time finally comes for the other one to fall too.

 On the other hand, if the first one who fell broke down into pieces, then the other one could gather up all the pieces to make it whole again.

Beautiful Hearts 💖❤️💝

Beautiful hearts

Entangled with strings,

Both broken and attached.

Creating chaos,

Reflecting ugly illusions ,

Tampering all the colorful truths

With black and gray imaginations. 

But if we look back from where it all came from,

All the ugliness traces back

To one true thing...

That they are all beautiful hearts 

Just entangled with strings,

Both broken and attached.

Creating chaos,

Reflecting ugly illusions,

Tampering all the colorful truths

With black and gray imaginations.

Heartbreaks and Music

Because when heartbreaks become music,

And pain becomes your home,

There is a deep sense of uncomfortable belongingness,

An awkward form of happiness,

Springing forth from the embers

Of once burning and scourging flame.

Something Beautiful and Meaningless

Something beautiful and meaningless 

Rooted from something dire but meaningful experience,

Has become one person

Carrying his past, present and future.

He could not unload any of it,

So he just made himself stronger,

To be able to bear the weight of it  all.