i wish of someday

of crimson sky surrounded by blue skies

illuminated by the bright sun

rescued by the Almighty

of real forever

of little disillusionment

It is my friends who made the story of my life.


in a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges,

and enabled me to walk serene and happy in the shadow casted by my deprivation.



My friends are my oasis, encouraging me to go on.

They are essential to my well-being.



thank you for everything.



i could never afford to lose any of you...

._.

There comes a point in our lives when the heart grows tired,
it grows numb from hate,
it stops beating for love,
it runs out of compassion,
it doesn't soften from pain.
But not because of insensitivity,
but because it simply wants to move on
and live an uncomplicated life

(*_*)

Sometimes i want to let the hands of the clock be stopped everytime i am happy.
i wanna hide the hour glass just to make myself believe that moments would not end, but i never did such, for i realized there are also those who wanted the hands of the clock to move. For every strike of it would mean a little recovery from pains for those who had bad memories in the past and wishes that the hands of the clock will tick faster.