GO INTO THE LIGHT...

What is it with people I find interesting? It's how they immediately become vulnerable every time they are confronted with life's atrocities. Oh well, there are those who remain strong and optimistic but often there are too many who would succumb to hurt and hopelessness.

If you are into so much pain brought about by life's tribulations, never thought that staying in the dark for too long would make it bearable. Do not follow my path and never dwell in my realm because you are not meant to stay in the dark for too long. My home is where darkness forever creeps. I belong there. You, however, is meant to be where the light is.

HURTING INSIDE

Hurt? Hurt is something we should not be afraid of. It is just one of the too many emotions a person should feel. Hurt does not dictate people to stop their world from revolving; it is just there to open their eyes to the realization that life is not as perfect as one would like it to be. So if you are hurting right now, never close your eyes, your ears and your emotion to everything that surrounds you. Because no matter how unbearable your pain is, you will ALWAYS have that chance to live a beautiful life in the end. Just try to open your heart and learn to let go of the things that are not meant for you...

LUNA

I saw the moon just the other night, shining brightly up above the sky.  Watching it was like watching a dear old friend brilliantly performing on stage.  I looked at it and looked at it some more, my eyes getting used to its perfect shape and intense brightness.  It was performing with some other stars, each shining brightly as if not wanting to be left behind.  The stage was perfect, sparkling with their glow put together and shimmering with their exceptional dance.  No one, indeed, was left behind.

I wave at the moon and it frantically waved back at me in response, too excited, I guess, to see me. We were both smiling profusely at each other and we never left each other’s gaze.  I’ve watched them do their nostalgic dance and they watched me beaming, laughing and clapping each time. 

And then came the time for the last performance and I eagerly watched their last hurrah.  I clapped vigorously when they made their final bow. They jumped, giggled and clapped amongst themselves, obviously pleased with their performance that night.  I blew a kiss to the moon and it blushed a little, doing a little jig and prancing happily like a pony. I guffawed.  And it guffawed too.

I stood up and waved for the last time.  And the next thing I knew, they were beaming no more, laughing no more and prancing no more.  They suddenly stopped moving yet they are still beautiful to look at as if they were a part of some nostalgic painting.  But their light – their shimmering light, never left me that night.