what is there to be bewildered about?
when the sun glows on your skin
and the flowers bloom in your heart

what is there to be confused for?
when your skin touched my bones
they radiate with light
when your heart caressed my soul
the pigments intensify

what is there to be doubtful of?
when my bones start to burst
you come out for the sun
and bury me deep in your arms
when my soul turns to gray
you keep weeds out the flowers
and paint me back with fire

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Raindrops and mermaids and coffee and chocolate
Folk-pop and sad songs and wise guys with cool taste
Comfortable rubber shoes perfect for gigs
These are a few of my favorite things

Mustard on burgers and french fries on sundaes
Long sleeves and leggings and denims that are frayed
Deep conversations with people who cling
These are a few of my favorite things

Bonfire when camping and movies at midnight
Silence and backpacks and sunsets and ziplines
All the bright colors that nature can bring
These are a few of my favorite things

When my heart aches
When my back hurts
When my money’s gone
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so mad

P.S. This is my version of Julie Andrew’s My Favorite Things! I started this last August just for fun and I saw the piece of paper I wrote it on and then decided to complete it with the things I like this 2017. Finally, 2018 is here (in a few minutes). Happy New Year, everyone! Keep writing! ☼

I believe there are more emotions out there we don’t even know the name of. We try to associate them to a certain feeling so other people could understand, but they couldn’t; not even you could understand it, let alone people who don’t really care.

I believe love is all the emotions out there we don’t even know the name of. We try to associate it to a certain feeling so other people could understand, and they do; because everyone understands it, let alone people who haven’t loved at all.

P.S. A (stupid) theory I wrote October of last year. But seriously I was just waiting for a prompt to publish this, which I know isn’t how prompts work. Lol oh well

I took the first photo before I left Siquijor, the second one before I left Sugar Beach at Sipalay. Out of all the places I’ve been to during my six-day vacation this November, these two are my favorite. And I think the sunset has something to do with it.

Photo Challenge: Serene

I have a thing for rain
and streetlights

All the stories of pain
love combine

Shadows concealing your grief
at night

A mysterious fury the soul
can’t define

I have a thing for wind
and footsteps

All the mistakes of thirst
hearts ingest

Secrecy trailing desire
after sunset

A provocative tryst the skin
can’t suppress

Coincidence is the start of something funny, perhaps love. It’s the first curl on someone’s lips after finding out you watch the same kind of movies. It’s the plans running in your head as you talk about this quaint coffee shop most people haven’t heard of. It’s a song slowly fading in on cue when you both laugh at an old stupid joke your neighbor used to tell. It’s when you share the same opinion about politics and then decide to talk about conspiracy theories instead. It’s the excuse hopeless romantics use to meet again on this upcoming event. Coincidence stops when they finally meet on the event and went for beer after. It stops when they arrange to go out the next weekend to watch a new horror movie. It stops when they check out the quaint coffee shop and realized it wasn’t so empty like they expected it to be. It stops when they both start making time for each other just to talk about aliens and the moon landing, to listen to corny jokes and cheesy songs, to decide to officially see each other and meet again and again and again. Coincidence stops when something funny finally happens, perhaps love. And probably commitment.

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The picture evokes different kinds of emotions, but mostly the melancholy ones. Like waiting for something or someone that would never come.

P.S. Ever since I took this photo it has been etched on my mind. I hope you really feel something out of it.

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