Who will hear my plea? Who will listen to the agony of my soul? When pain envelops my body who will hear my screams? If the blackhole within me devour me whole, who will hold my hand and pull me out? Who will listen to this wounded soul’s plea?
Average: a standard or level that is considered to be typical or usual, (Cambridge Dictionary). When I was a child my eyes were opened to the importance of education. I put so much value in education and considered it as my passport to success. Because when you were young and poor you will hold onContinue reading “An Average Honor Student”
She fell in love with the beauty of his mind. For the first time, she opens her heart for love. Because maybe, just maybe that’s all she needs.
You will know a writer through words. How he or she constructs and weaves words that form sentences then, a story. Because as the writer writes, he or she is becoming vulnerable. Showing the world the depth of his or her core. Because sharing the piece means allowing to be expose. Every words are allContinue reading “A Writer’s Core”
I saw her. I saw how eager she is to write. But, as she writes she bleeds. Every words she writes cut her heart and break her into pieces. I saw her. Her eyes are soak in tears. Tears that water her soul as she opens up her self with the world. I saw her.Continue reading “Lone Writer”
Her hesitancy answering the phone call is evident. She will never answer unregistered number. But, it was from the company she’s applying. “Hello” “Well, I am not confident” “Actually, you have a potential. All you need is to be optimistic and be confident” That is the call that she needs. When she realize it, herContinue reading “Call”
She continue searching and seeking. Finding her place and home just to find out that she’s home with herself. She is her home. Her home is her self. Finally, she found her way back to her core. She found the way that lead to her genuine self. She is home.
“Hi, good morning,” the tour guide greeted while maintaining the smile. “You better stop smiling”. The woman unconsciously blurted out and it was too late before she realizes it. “What I mean is-” The tour guide burst into laughter. It sounds like music. A beautiful harmony. She thought the tour guide will be offended butContinue reading “ONCE UPON A SUMMER- LAST PART”
A smile that captures her attention. The tour guide is also very polite to the questions of the tourist and willingly explain to the inquiries. She doesn’t have questions that much. Or maybe she can’t formulate one. She already heard about it and read some reviews as well as read its history that is whyContinue reading “ONCE UPON A SUMMER- Part 2”
Mr. Sun greeted the woman good morning. The sun rays embrace her body. The sunlight brightens more her beautiful smile. Birds are chirping it’s like a music to her ears. The sound makes her want to dance. The rhythm just seems so right. She was welcomed by the beautiful sunflowers and it looks like dancingContinue reading “ONCE UPON A SUMMER- Part 1”