Reflection of reality

So I went on living as an apparition. What good am I now? I’ve become the worst thing I could ever imagine. Torn apart and wasted. I had vanished into existence. And it gave me moment to think and look back at the frames of my life. To the time I was so obsessed with finding my angel. In my unexplained dismay and torment I saw you in each of the frames. You were there waiting with me. You were there waiting to be noticed. So now, tears fall ‘coz you’re gone. Nowhere to be found. I’m drowning all the pain inside me. This is what an imprudent person deserves, don’t I?


Angels do come down from heaven. They set foot on the hearts of those who believe. If only they know where to look. Angels may have wings to fly, but their wing could easily be broken and even your mortal tears are not enough to patch them up. That’s the time they have to walk. Barefoot, alone, and unnoticed. Your mere human eyes can’t even see them cry. Yes, they do cry. They silently blubber and hold back all the pain until slowly they would grow feeble and fragile. Then they would go back up to the stars. Back in oblivion.


Just like what happened to you and me. You could have been my angel if only I turned around. I could have been yours if only you called my name. Now it’s too late. We’re both fading. But not to worry, I know we’ll see each other. We’ll meet again. But this time I’ll be with the stars. And you’ll be smiling with the moon.
~gothic-angel~

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I stopped purposely looking for your face in the crowd everywhere I go. Sometimes I do take a peek…force of habit I guess. I haven’t been able to shake it off yet. You opened a switch inside me that I still haven’t figured out how to close. Maybe I have an inborn radar, tuned and locked in precisely to your face, body shape and even shadow. Or when it comes to you, an arcane sharpness envelops and powers my eyes at exactly the moment you are passing by. I always see you.

~pinkgurl~

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There’s no romance. No magic. Just reality.
Some believe in rekindling old flames. Some say that once there’s a spark, the flame will never die out. I believe that old flames can be blown out just as easily as they can be rekindled. I know, because that’s what I did.
~ysabel~

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and now, as i ponder with these words...

i came to realize one thing.

i'm soon turning 21 and i would be seeking the person who has left me and promised that he would be back.

a certain question runs in my mind: would he keep his promise?

or will he totally forget who i am in his life before.

i hope everything would not change for the worst but rather develop into something new.. something that was supposed to be the most-awaiting moment in my life.

i am not imposing anything.

i was just merely wishing for something...


and that something is the only event in my life that would make the 23rd day of my most awaited event in my life, somehow, complete and happy.

or would someone else come and knock in my door.


this feeling of emptiness was caused by someone who left abruptly.

maybe this realization would lead me to a conclusion that all this time.....



i loved him truly.

sorry.