PINOYBRAT

  Time is like a river. In my little canoe, I lit a gentle candle to mean that I surrender. I tried to figure out where i took a wrong turn. I looked back, but all i see is water streaming down my face. The paths were unpredictable and wavering. one took a sharp turn to regret. dumbness or greed could be to blame for this leaking. but really there's nothing to see in the back that hasn't already bled me. there's no point in looking back if it's only making myself feel weary. In front of me is a fair vision of reality. But I can try to look further. Let's enjoy an afternoon tea.

  "Ｈｅａｖｙ　Ｓｔａｒ　Ｍｏｖｉｎｇ" I stayed up all night to watch the stars. I counted all the stars, while scathing my scars, letting my soul burn. I was looking for a pattern, but there was none. I tried looking for reasons, but neither the sadness nor the fun felt as heavy as the midnight sun. I was in the darkest of my nights. Nonchalantly taking flight to escape my demons, and all the un-juiced lemons. I was slowly losing sight. On the verge of giving up the fight. But, like everything that is right, the light won't let itself out of sight. The dawn breaks open like a phoenix.