sometimes

some things are beyond one's control.

and some things are meant to be

while others are not.

often,

its either you're extremely lucky

or you put in alot of effort to make things happen.

however, sometimes no matter how much you yearn for it

it just wouldnt happen,

not even the slightest shadow,

not even a glimmer of hope.

all i know is that i was lifted to the nine heavens

and dropped.

day by day

the longing grows

all so much that its eating the insides.

malabong.

its distracting, its sweet, its bitter, its false, its supericial, its real,


its pissifying.


why do we question so much

why do we always think that our ideas are better than others

why are we always putting down others

they said that we are meant for greater things

but nothing meaningful ever comes out of these greater minds

of what use is being great when nothing great ever surfaces out of the great men and women?


yet again

its all so complicated

but so simple.

my in step is swollen again.


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