In this bleary world,
You’re all that I need,
To bring everything into focus,
To make me see the world in a different light.

Yet, without you, everything’s cloudy,
What would I do?
How would I survive?
It’s just a day without you, it already feels like I’m about die.

So I’m gonna put you at someplace safe,
Somplace with protective barriers,
Someplace reacheable—
Beside me.


I write in a place where my emotions are too vulnerable. When I know that the words I wanna say just flows out of me, a place wherein nobody cares, a place where people do not know nor care what I am doing, in a place with no name.

I just keep on writing and writing and writing and sometimes it leaves me with unfinished pieces. I keep hoping that someday, that the old spark that made me write, will be back— that the unfinished stories will be finished—to have a closure—to put to an end to what I am feeling.

All I have is my netbook named, Sheldon and an iPod called, Pyxis (And yes, they have names). All my writings placed in a folder where no one else can find. In the simplest places you didn’t expect, where my eyes are the only ones who can see.


“Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.”
Sarah Ockler, Bittersweet

What would it do? It cannot fix what’s been damaged and destroyed. It cannot undo the action that has already been done. It cannot take back the words that you’ve said to me. But that’s all you have to offer. The words ” I’m sorry.” And it’s better than the alternative—losing you. I cannot risk losing you—again. So no matter how many times we will fight, I’ll never get tired of hearing and saying the words “I’m sorry.” as we keep promising that we’ll be better for each other. So just stay with me ’til the end, okay?

To have you in my arms again is all I ever ask for,
So please,
Stay this time,
And never let me go.