i'll find my way to the sea.

inspirational pictures that i got from tumblr:

you left your winter clothes and teethmarks in my skin.

the pictures in his mind awoke.

JESSETH.

don't go, say you'll stay, spend a lazy sunday

he wanted to be set free
a step towards complete independence
carving his own path
in this very cruel world

last week i started a dream journal, so that i can keep records of things that happened in my sleep. and so that i can be able to re-create them again.

he

carried

the words he can't pronounce

words sharp as glass are clinging

 heart pounding so fast. it's beating

shadows creeping and no one wonders why

moon smiling crookedly

       falling. i am falling....

where i'm from freedom of expression is considered insulting, attention seeking and wrong in so many level.

She woke up

in the wrong side of bed again
Everything

inside her head 
became gray  

     

i heard a sad piano playing and thought of you last night

but all i got was tired eyes and bed bug bites

SoKothecat

i feel dreamy and a little bit eerie

"i love you" she said

"my love for you is deeper than the sole of my feet."

she blinked her eyes and opened her thoughts
"do you hear me? burn my words."

"she"

"who's she?"

"a stranger in my dream"

"she's sad"

"how come?"

"she forgot how to dream."

today she forgot how to dream. the keys to her piano was silent, just like her eyes. she spoke gloomy words and she gave people crooked smile. she waits for tomorrow, to start dreaming again.

  

we had a dream that we would always be best friends.

- ginger and rosa -

she had lips the color of fallen leaves, her eyes were bluer than moonlight, her hair were braided like she was as of bohemic. she was sad.

she was the sea and he was the sky. sometimes they talk. they're different yet they fell in love. the sea whispered and the sky hushed. she took the wave and he took the storm. they were afraid.

once i dreamt of the sea

pretty skies, lovely sight as i see

how the wind felt on my shoulder 

beauty in the eye of the beholder

it's like forgetting the words to your favorite song

you can't believe it you were always singing along

it was so easy and the words so sweet 

you can't remember you try to feel the beat

  - eet -

i have always been an indoor kind of person, but don't get me wrong the outdoors is good and all but i'm never used to it. the fact that going out and starting a conversation with people is something i can never really handle. i can never start a conversation. it's just that i'm so used to being inside i forgot how to properly communicate with the people outside.

my head was filled with thoughts as i woke up this morning. the pillow marks on my cheeks were still visible.

born across from you

proud sleepless child

i spent the whole week watching shameless season 1 - 4

don't go say you'll stay

spend the lazy sunday

in my arms don't take

anything away

i have developed an obsession with thriller "psychopathic" movies/series. i remember a saying: a psychopath is better than no path.

he got his eyes from the ocean

we were strays

lost in the road

with nothing to hold onto

we were nobody

she had very dull eyes

her skin was ice cold

that's when i noticed

she was already dead

the only person i can talk to for hours and never get bored. 

my head was covered with blue.

we had a dream. that we always would be best friends. when we were born, for some it was the end. now, it seems there might not be a tomorrow. but despite the horror and the sorrow, i love our world. i want us all to live

now rosa. you've asked me to forgive. One day, if mom survives this bitter night. then we shall meet again. and i'll say: i loved you rosa. don't you see? but we are different. you dream of everlasting love. not me. because what really matters. is to live. and if we do. there will be nothing to forgive. but i'll forgive you anyway.

                                   - the last poem; ginger and rosa

one day i move to this island

sailing on my bird

i saw a house there in the forest

i thought you were there 

- theater island 

he was sad and alone

dreaming he was dying

as he stares at the ocean

to stop him from trying

there were girls with black hats

                 they had eyes bluer than the sea

pale skin and turtle neck t's

redheads roaming around the street

little things that makes life beautiful

• waking up in the morning - everyday when i wake up i am always glad because it's another day, a fresh start a new page to fill in. everyday is a start of something new.
• going to the beach - the beach is always nice. the sand between your toes, sun on your face and the fresh air.
• getting the food you've been craving for weeks - it feels so good to be able to eat the food you've been craving for.
• reading a book you can relate to - a book that understands how you feel. something you can read all day.
• romantic comedy films - admit it. you love it too!
• seeing smiling faces - seeing someone smile because of you
• dancing - dance like no one's watching. dancing like you've never danced before.
• Christmas - receiving gifts, spending time with your loved ones, frank sinatra's christmas album, warm knitted sweaters. what's not to love about christmas!?
• Shopping - clothes, bags, shoes etc. shopping is the ultimate stress reliever
• hot tea on a rainy afternoon - a good cup of tea on a cold rainy afternoon is the best.

you see, the LITTLE things in life can make a HUGE positive impact in your life. learn to appreciate the little things you 

have in life.

remember light your house on fire

ALONE.

this trip was definitely worthwile.