All I really want right now is to sit comfortably in silence, hear myself think, because words fail me. I watch the breeze sweep the fallen leaves of the things that matter to me most — of beginnings that seem destination-less now. As I sit still in this quietness, I will explain what anyone can understand. I open my palms to show what I only have to offer and that it is not much. I work with what I have no matter how meager they seem, my simple equation.

I work for adoration, for recognition but I am a slave to my personal beliefs, my pride. My well-built, strong facade is torn down by the tears I have cried. My life has been consistent so far, with a few peaks of happiness, but more plateau of sadness and disappointments. I have seen my star rise,  but I have also seen it crumble. I have allowed myself to trust people no matter how unworthy they are — one too many times. I have made it  a conscious effort to hold good memories of people than to remember the bad ones. They make the wings that make me fly high.

And while some people may regard mortal possessions as legitimate reasons to be above everyone, I can only exist to watch them and continue being as what I am. I am who I am and it will not get any simpler than that… I will complicate everything with my obtuse verses and raw poetry stirring all of them in me … ❤