"Sometimes you'll never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory."

Month: October, 2013


“I just want to go back to how I’ve always known it to be.”


It’ll get you every time.



Good Morning, Rachel.


It was a good morning, that day. Woke up to this lovely surprise in front of my doorstep.

To Him, She Is.

October 16, 2013

He looks at her in complete, utter bewilderment;
astonished by her beauty, astonished by her entirety.
Her smile makes him weak, her laughter,
like a goodnight lullaby.
He falls for her,
fell for her,
lives for her.
Her flaws and her blunders,
he accepts and he forgives.
Oh how he loves her.

He dreams of her through a photograph of long ago.
Painted an idea with vividly sparkling colors
of the future he wishes to share with her.
Her optimism he adores,
the purity in all she possesses,
he admires.
She, is everything.
And to him, Dear God,

Oh how he loves her,
oh how he loves her.

If only he could see,
another wishes to be,
she, the lucky girl he loves so dearly.

Oh, if only she knew.



Except The Fact That I Love You.

October 16, 2013
We can conquer today.
We can hide yesterday.
We can strive for tomorrow.
We can stop and try,
we can pretend and we can lie.
We can sing and we can dance.
We can move, we can stay.
We can hug, we can kiss.
We can be,
we can be but.
We can do these things;
be happy, and disappear.
We can cheat life 
and masquerade as strangers.
Forever unknown.

Everything then will be hidden.
Everything, be.
Nothing to fear,
nothing to hide.
Except for the one fact that I love you so.


This Is Us.

October 1, 2013


This is us.
As we lay on this beautifully wrinkled white sheet,
buried in the thickness of this blanket,
I cannot help but to wonder the possibilities of us;
Beyond the horizon of this bed,
stripped naked off our comfort ground,
I wonder.

This is where we plunged into the rapid stream of endless mystery
that took us from where we were, to what we are.
In this room, our minds are free.
In this room, our weaknesses, gone.
The unveiled secrets, the unmasked truth-
This is us.

These walls that surround us will collide,
and I cannot help but to wonder that if this truly IS us,
will we too, turn into the dusty ruins of yesterday?
Will we too, turn into the unattempted possibilities that will sunder with the walls
that shelter us from the doubts we keep hidden behind this door?

So again I wonder.

Is this what will become of us?