Thursday, October 22, 2015


I always wanted to die.
Grab life by its rope,
Meet the end of the horizon
Of murky blue and gray

I often wondered
What's written beneath my skies
Flew my mind of many masks
Of nothingness and blank pages

This is not what you thought you know.
Or what you thought of;
When my words heard
Like wind rushing in window panes

And if you learned a thing about it
Something that you want,
Is something that you always


  1. Sarap mag crayola sa post mo... Tapos sinabayan mo pa ng music... T_T