Sometimes

Sometimes I feel so helpless..
I wish there was something I could do,
To put that big bright smile on your face..
Just the way you put that big bright smile on my face.

The moments that I look at and tell myself..This life is so worth living.

It's the depressing times that you look at everything and
wonder, what are you living for? From pain, to heart aches, lies,
deaths and breakups, sadness that hits you one after another
time..You wonder why, what went wrong, WHY ME?

A silly question we all ask ourselves when the faults in fact
lies with us..A vulnerable little kitten, in a land of Goblins and evil
leprechauns ..Is that risk even worth taking?

I took the risk to seek, to live a life I call my fairy tale..
and though through the pains and the sadness..between those teary eyes
I did find something..And that something that makes me look and say..
This is the reason why life is worth living. Sincerity.

The never ending story..

I remember clearly watching a show called the
never ending story..A fantasy land of magic..alien-like
creatures and a giant dog..or whatever you called that..
I guess they called it the never ending story because there
was almost no ending..if i remembered clearly...

Like the story of a little girl...
Who had all good things come to an end..
But what happens otherwise just doesn't end..
She sits by the corner of the window..
Looking for the little diamonds of hope..
Waiting for a never ending question..with obviously no answer..
When will these tired shoulders rest..? Smiles of tomorrow
flows with the never ending sea..as if these smiles would ever last.
Nothing lasts forever.

Possibilities.

How often do you see the other side of the rainbow..
How far can you reach out and touch the sky of glimmering
candies..How possible is it to sleep on a bed of sliver linen
cotton candy..The only possibility is through a word.

The little sillies of Tale

Living on the deck waiting to see the wondrous tomorrows.
It's not that it's like this but somehow, someway it seems like that..
The little sillies of tales builts in that little patch that's sewn on
that favorite outfit of yours..You close..breathe and pretend nothing ever
happened..It's just like the life of the enchanted..only this villain..
lives inside of you..the little heart that beats as long as you live...
You can't live without it..yet you can't live with it..It's like that itch
you can't get rid of it..You thought sewing that piece of cloth onto the torn
patch would take it all away..mend that torn up jeans, but it did..only for awhile..why would a torn patch mean so much..? Only because nothing is ever
replaceable. That little patch is just temporary..it's just a matter of embracing
it while it's there..and keeping the memories of yesterdays in a little box.

Tell tale sillies.

Her life is a book of tell tale sillies..
A little book of misconception..or rather just a little book of little tales..she whispered with the wind..like how the wind misses the sound of those shivery bushes..or rather how the wind misses the cow?it's very simple..really..just like sugar tastes different from cotton candy..both sweet..but different.It's kind of like that torn shirt you love..you try to patch it up with a different cloth that you think you like.It's not the same..you still like that torn shirt of yours.

Broga

I went to Broga again..with
my two lil'll boys..=)
Had a hard time walking in the rain through those
slippery roads, dark paths, painful leaves cuts and
smelly shitty palms..but I MADE IT UP THE THIRD HILL!

This walk somehow was more tiring..I had shaky feet..
Heard my back crack twice as i jumped..hehehe...
Vincent was a bit woozy..cut his fingers and had shit
on his palm..eewww...So..who was the Hero? Of course
Kiiiinneth..=) He's got great stamina..especially for a smoker..=_='

The climb was harder than i remembered..a lot more..tougher..
I could feel my the bones on my spine grinning against each other..
at one point I thought I was going to black out due to the pain..
But..I know I couldn't..I want to finish this damn thing and no way
am I going to finish it half-way..and I didn't..Well..the after effect
was horrible..everywhere was aching..but everything was worth it..I liked
the pain..because..I guess..I had a beautiful photographic memory and also
a self-accomplishment thingy that made it worth it..and I'm looking forward
to do it soon..and try Tabur too..=) The little boy in me has been unleashed..=)