Your Nature

There was a man who saw a scorpion floundering around the water.

He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him.  

The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.

Another man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion, but the main said:

"It's the nature of the scorpion to sting. 

It's my nature to love.

Why should I give up my nature to love

just because it's the nature of the scorpion to sting?"

Don't give up loving, don't give up your goodness,

even if the people around you, sometimes sting.. 

Fly Me Home

From the time I saw them wearing white… happily standing in front of the altar… holding hands.. exchanging vows… and seeing their families and friends so happy to see them together…

until today… i was never been the same. 

My life has been more likely to be a blank piece of paper.  Nothing has been written… no scratches.. no erasures.. just blank.

My ears were no longer ready to listen… my eyes are blurred to see beauty… my heart has been a seat of compiled emotions of other people… and too insensitive of what other people might feel… my hands are no longer there to reach out… the real smile has been gone and so unsure of when it will be coming back.

I am like a bird constantly flying … flying so high that it prevents me to mess around…

They never see me crying… not by choice but as a recourse of emotional lock… 

How can you give love to anyone or at anything… if you, yourself, has lost the passion to love.

I don't want springboards… it will make lives a lot more miserable. 

Before I became a friend to anyone else… I need more time to befriend myself.

Allow me to take a long walk… allow me to see the stars… allow me to be silent… allow me to talk with myself… I am seeking answers that nobody else can answer for myself…

When I'm alone, allow me to smile… allow me to wave at airplanes crossing the moon… allow me to be me… allow me to paint the stars with my thoughts… allow me to sing even if I'm out of tune..

that's the only time i could unlock the sadness from within…

if you see me sooo carefree at what I'm doing… don't bug me…

i am a child who grows old… wanting to be like a child again… 

i am like a stranger… who went so far.. and got lost… and at lost of how I could go back..

Don't bug me… that's the very rare chance I am keeping in touch with my old self.

Who, the hell in this world, doesn't want to be happy and complete?

In my quest to find such… allow me to be home.