Rose-colored

How do you

Stay bold, unmoving

In this skeptic world

There's this consistent

Beam in your eyes

That gives assurance

All is well

Taking a step back

For your compassion

Seems so unreal

I couldn't quite grasp —

I don't meet people

Like you everyday

Yet everything is not

What it appears to be

You carry the weight

Too freaking well

As if life isn't fucked up

Cheers to you, my friend

You are the embodiment

Of the word

Rose-colored 

—T

Thank you, tita. For keeping my sanity; those simple tap on my shoulder, gently asking if I was okay and sympathy. I hope you'll always keep that shine although life is unkind sometimes. 

Less

What have you known

Of being limitless

Timeless

Let me tell you

You are infinite

You give me

Streak of happiness

Cannot contain

It spill my guts

You carry my heart

Around you as if

You wear it along your sleeves

I lost the track of time

Every single time

I am with you

You don't tire out

You cry river

Yet welcome me as if

I am the foreign visitor

Thirsty to take a taste of you

Your beauty

Never cease to exist

Evergreen

You are whole

The root word

I am all that is less

Especially nothing

Without you

             — T.

Introduction

I smell burnt popcorn

*breathes heavily*

I don't usually do this, especially writing on a blog but... here we go.

Oh and btw, I'll keep everything bland on the first page because life, to me, is sometimes or should I say mostly that way. 

That picture somehow depicts me — plain, unknown, obscure, and inconspicuous. I've never been really sure my whole life and even up to now, I feel like I'm wasting my 20s. I once had a clear vision what career I'd take and my life would be. But as your senses collide with reality, it also becomes clear there are many hurdles to overcome. 

That was kind of serious for a first meeting. To cut the chase, this blog will more likely be about the push and pull relationship of self-love and self-blame. Tonight I am writing because the physical evidence of my insignificance is too overwhelming. Hoping tomorrow I could tame back the demon that's been eating me inside out. 

Click for a little cute secret

Good night, suckers.

Love, T.