medyo matagal na nga akong nagblog. just finding something. everyone, everything has it's own time. very complicated kasi maraming pasikot-sikot at marami talagang daanan. mahihilo ka dahil sa mga pwedeng mangyari.
i remember those days, when all seemed to be so easy. when the world's weight was just a line heavier than that of a feather. but as time passes. wrong roads seem to be those that one chooses. again time, it became so heavy that that certain one carelessly had been crushed under. it's hard. so hard that i almost popped out. no one believed. no one cared because from the start. no one is willing to understand the one that must be understood. the intention of those others are for there own good only. for there growth. in those times
"i am for eveyone, but is there anyone for me?"
all blind answers that by all means willing to forget. there are some, appeared. seemingly to help, but then, is this really true? those days are the extremes that seemed to be just a cotton, but inside, a small spec that is going to bury you alive. and when you're done in there eyes. it's over.
there you are right now, face down, with your knees. shouting out loud, but no one is there to listen, all are just passer's by looking down on you. some only for the good times, and for some...
maybe somethings are not real. it was just a flick of a wild imagination.
that all things are not meant to be used forever.
it's all there.
once i used a pencil to describe. for a reason that it has always an eraser. it's good, a creation that is wrong as it may seem can be corrected by erasing.
it had been a nostalgic past.
those times that cannot be erased.
i am not the one to say that is already ended with a period.
now, it's a diary. that no mess can be erased. but used to be looked at. a thing of the past.
i remember those days, when all seemed to be so easy. when the world's weight was just a line heavier than that of a feather. but as time passes. wrong roads seem to be those that one chooses. again time, it became so heavy that that certain one carelessly had been crushed under.
there are those. still worth to fight for. those who are from the start are there. not only for the good times. thanks i say.
it's a struggle to stand up. but then. all you can do is to move forward.
not will be erased. but to be written.
BLG.
It's officially our turn, and my turn has only just started. TAYO MISMO!... [official motto of BLG]
