Half of My Heart Takes Time

I've been taking photos. And I noticed I've been using manual focus. And that I find out-of-focus photos, well, really beautiful for some reason. I like the way that it tells me that some things need not be sharp and clear just to be beautiful.

There is beauty in what is indefinite. In the questionable. In what is unclear. In what seems to be incomprehensible.


We were. We are. We can be. We could have been (more). We still are. We will be. BEAUTIFUL.

Don't I Hold You

ACADS FIRST

Yeah, I'm still here

You know, there is nothing greater than deciding in your life that things maybe really are black and white! And this guy Ben, who clearly takes you for granted, who serially takes advantage of you, is bad! And what I'm saying is good! See what I mean? You shouldn't be the substitute for anybody. This guy should be right here, right now, doing this...

Aasa ba 'ko sa 'yo?

And once again
A statement
Then
A  question caught me
Off guard.

Ask me again
Sing it to me again.

Maybe next time
I'll have composure.
Maybe
I'll find my voice.
And
I'll find the perfect song
To answer that question
To complement the second song
You told me was your song for me.

But please do tell me, WTH do you want with me?
WHICH PART IS FOR ME?
AND JUST SO YOU KNOW,
KANTA KO 'TO SA 'YO BEFORE! Lord please ano nanaman? :(

For you, a thousand times over

        "It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight.

        But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I witnessed the first flake melting.

        I ran."

But I'll take it. With open arms.

Finished it this afternoon. I look forward to reading it again. And again. And again :)