lost soul

im backpacking to the north this weekend,
alone.
it's not the journey i'm concern about.
it's whether i'm gona find my destination,
when i can't even tell myself wat is it that i'm looking for.

i'm gona be just fine

shattered glasses on the floor,
confused look on my face.

what i want for my birthday?

world peace.

nah, kidding.

a peck on my cheek from nephew wishing me ' happy birthday aunty' to wake me up that very morning, warm birthday texts and wishes from friends and family, the simplest cake with one little candle for me to blow, besfren on my side smilling with her sparkling eyes, great days onwards, lots of joy and love.

i picture this in black and white.

and i'm not kidding.

happy birthday aerlon.

justify

right is right, even if everyone is against it;
and wrong is wrong, even if everyone is for it.

:william penn:

unwritten

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this is a story about a very young girl,
annoyed with boys but girls gave her thrill,
to the person she trusted she asked for enlighten,
'u're an idiot' was how she was taken,
never breath a word to anyone eversince,
lie when she had to in order to fit in.

now she grew up to be a very young lady,
living her so called normal life perfectly,
fall in love with those girls still,
but she told herself never to feel,
she might be gay but she's never an idiot,
she's somehow different,
that's the lesson she learnt.

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