Clutching on my bag, I walk home,
The golden sky watches over my shoulder.
The gust of wind ensures that I’m not alone,
With each step I take, I get closer.
98, 99, 100
With home still out of sight,
Only birds and trees on the right,
Although the day is turning to night,
Nothing in my way can deter my might.
498, 499, 500
Some rocks have gotten into my shoes,
Scraping the soles of my foot,
But there have been more things I have withstood,
This far in I have nothing else to lose.
998, 999, 1000
I can hear the melody of your laughter,
I’m not there yet, but I can still roam,
Taking further steps to the next chapter,
Looking forward to the next time I go home.
You are my home.
My steps are heavy,
dragging across the land that is muddy,
soft rain trickles on me,
it bothers but I let it be.
In this seemingly endless wetlands,
no map of some sort in my hands,
just a bottle of water,
and faith that cannot falter.
For the flower on the precipice,
that brings me happiness.
It has a familiar appearance,
but unseen with the eyes.
For the flower that is mine
I just need a sign,
She worked a job with no past experience,
no university degrees to help her excel,
devoting her life to raise good people,
trying to make just a little difference.
She’s a human being with flaws,
but she’s only doing her best.
She always says she is blessed,
because she has me as her cause.
We agree on some things,
about people and spreading kindness.
We disagree on many things,
about the world and about ourselves.
Emotions are hard to keep,
even though we try hard to ignore.
In silence she did not weep,
but the weight of pain in her eyes she bore.
In her flaws she is still perfection,
as no one could have done her job better than her.
She guided me in to the right direction,
even though I end up in a different place from her.
In her eyes there was still disappointment,
not of me, but of herself.
Despite her flaws, she did nothing wrong,
and there are no reasons for me to be gone.
She is weeping silently through her eyes,
but I only pray to God, someday please bring back her smile.
Even if the rest of my life is an atonement
for breaking her heart.
Clanking my spoon mindlessly as I wait for my tea to steep,
all the sounds seem to pass through my sensory.
My brain is tired but my body refuses to sleep,
feels like my body is relentlessly burning energy.
What is it that I’m doing here?
The fairy lights twinkle its spark,
but the glow lights up none.
My brain is screaming to let it do its work,
but there is nothing to be done.
What is it that I’m doing here?
I went around asking everyone how they are,
I listen and listen just so I can cover up this hole.
I patch up the other’s scars,
hoping it helps them be whole.
But then what is it again that I’m doing here…?
Because the more I patch their holes, the deeper my hole becomes.
Not all words being spat out to you are venom.
They can only harm you if you perceive it so.
Sometimes the venom that you perceive and spit back out,
is also a venom for the person in front of you.
Sometimes you have to swallow your own words,
open your ears,
and start to listen. Properly.
Because right now you are doing nothing but eating your own words.
These words are not venom.
Past, present, future.
No matter what stupid mistake I did,
or what stupid decision I took,
here we are, again.
The past year has been a joyous wonder.
The present is just filled with eager.
For the future I don’t need to ponder.
I have loved and learned,
and so I will continue to love and to learn.
The past is unchanged,
the present will pass,
but tomorrow is going to be okay.
For my love that stays, thank you.
For my love that stays, see you.
For my love that stays, I love you.
And I hope to stay with you for all tomorrows.
We are blessed with words.
To express, to communicate.
Much stronger than swords.
To retaliate, to reciprocate.
An extension of our thoughts.
An expression of our feelings.
Words bring people closer,
words bring people apart.
Words to lure people in,
words to push people out.
So why are words mightier than swords?
Because it’s the abstract product of thoughts.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, race in our minds.
Words, words, words, jump out from our thoughts.
Cue brain process.
Words are perceived.
Perceptions are processed in thoughts.
Thoughts are delivered in words.
The Möbius strip.
Words are free to be written,
words are free to be interpreted.
But words will never ever represent a human being.
Humans are more than descriptive words.
Angry words, venomous words, sad words,
happy words, gleeful words, love words.
And words are my only weapon.
To use well to spread love and kindness.
Or to use poorly to spread venomous hate.
So these are my words.
To celebrate my 100th post.