Connected, why indifferent. Busy, not productive Searching, still missing False affirmation, not really l♥ve. Expression, superficial Talking, not communicating Intentions redefine Sometimes we are blinded. what is it. In that thing, in that moment. Maybe, just maybe... A fold of space is needed.
I have walked, visited a place.
Lit candles, brought flames to heaven
Whisper of L❤️VE,
Tears of longing.
In the wind, there was her presence
Felt embraced, though gone but cared.
On the bench
at the beach
watching gorgeous sunset
creating my piece.
Oh how I love it,
just pure joy, love and peace.
It’s wonderful, so wonderful with nature.
Feeling truly alive and grateful!
I find joy in my solitude
The loveliness accompany me
the wind whispers
the sea waves
the birds tweets
the trees shades
the beauty of being comfortably alone
In a wonderful world of own.
The reflection I’ve written were based on my observations of the behavior from the people I deal with, people with different status.
The poor and the rich.
The poor offered what they have best They even apologize thinking it may not suit for their guests
While the rich…
The rich offered What they are willing to lose, not necessarily their best
Of course this does not apply to all, so don’t worry if you think that you are rich and your giving your best.
Well, your exempted.
“Being rich is not about how much you have, but how much you can give.”
Beauty shines at its core
Simple yet there’s so much more
A just estimate of feelings,
Of confidence anchored in values.
Yes, it may be fleeting
but let radiance remains
Through time tested
Gorgeous lines in faces.
In soul eternal lies
One true beauty
Beyond the real of physical senses
Let thy beauty reigns.
Star gazing, day come anew
It’s 12 midnight
full moon shining
above the island
sandy, powdered-white beach
Oh, I just love the feeling.
Cloud is moving
Til it covers the moon
A bit of darkness
Yet light still illumines
I listen in silence
I listen in voices
Finally thinking, your love…
Your L♥Ve oh Lord is just amazing!
time heals wounds
at least a little bit
but pride helps more,
you know when..
you control yourself not to think about the guy
who made you cry in the plane
thinking you’ll gonna miss him..
yes, you feel pathetic.
Wasted tears over unsure matters
you remember how much you hoped for
to be “together” but he never tried
and you waited and waited
until it longer hurt.
Now when you think about it, it’s just part of
some kind of a “heartbreak”
and your damn over it 🙂
When we lose ourselves
trying to blend in.
Convince by thoughts of others,
denying whispers within.
Losing connection with our own ♥
Then it feels like… well it sucks,
We realize we just want to go back.
I miss writing in plain white sheet
I miss you and sorry I forget,
I miss you, I am lazy I know
I miss you, oh yes, I miss myself.
When I cannot cope up
I lose it,
Caught up in a mix
Wrecking ball in my head.
Words could have been written
Feelings not forgotten,
In time memory fades
I’m glad someone reminds me of it.
But I know it’s always been there
The gift He shares,
That which brings calmness
Peace, beauty and identity within.