today, i found God in the most strangest of places.

the treasures of heaven are not made out of gold and silver; nor defined as success and prosperity of the world.

but i believe is to be grasped in the hearts and hands of people who are true to the design and fate of friendship and love.
we are made to be rich - to be kings and queens of a promise - to be made whole.

and we are to share this. not alone.



beauty doesn't exist in the material things of the world.
if we look a little yonder; on top of hills, the trees, mountains and sunrises, we will find beauty there.

untouched. felt. desired.

i count my blessings to see your glory today.
inspire me further.

a part of eternity

we all love to run.
be it fast or slow, far or near.

i'm running to eternity.
a place where time cannot crucify me.
a place where i'm free.

i want you to run with me

it's that thing you do.

i'll be all you ever need in the morning

and all that you'll ever want at night.

owh so many words.

i know who you are
but have the tendencies of forgetting who i am.

like you, i hide behind the illusion of a mask.
i hide behind the idea of you.

many of the things you hear bout yourself - will never make sense.
but sense is only made by those who refuse to listen.

even chaos can be found to be a part of the plan
a chaos theory - erratic, formed and guided - are you part of the plan ?

scary though indeed.

still fire

there exists a still fire; deep.
burning like a candle in the sky - no wind, no rain, moisture can put it out.

then, there are rooftops, burning with lights; across darker skies and cloudy shades of grey.
hovering like doves unto places unseen and heard. you will be enlightened.

and finally, there is you.
of burning doves, distinguished by their feathers, they are flying, in flames across the skies and the only place we can catch them are on rooftops.

you have yearned for atlantis, i will give you pisces.

a new year a new you

i love speaking like this cause my heart is writing the things it could never really say to you through my lips.

although there exists a void, i know i'm getting through to you.
and everyone else around here just stands to watch.
they read, devour and escape with me.
they feel what i do, and they feel how i do for you.
yet, they don't. a paradox.


i'm going to miss you.
why does everyone have to leave ?

maybe all we ever needed was a new year.

how do i tell you that i love you without breaking down inside ?

i need you to teach me.