The Happy Hobo.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

There were stars.

And it was just like that. Gone like the wish flower that was once afloat on the flowing river. It was shivering cold and biting. But it was momentous and too beautiful. We owned moments. And my world stopped.


Eventually, time played with the little sword that could. Gone were the sweet berries and stars twinkled less; until there was only breathing. Stars shone down like dreams balancing its worth. No. Not too soon. There was hate, much hate. Arrows stroke straight to that beating piece. But wait, the wind heals. And there was hope. It is bittersweet. But there is end. 

But the lavender will bloom. Maybe in time, or possibly never. But I'll stay. I'll keep still. Wait just right here. Until you say a word. But I'm afraid not too long. Because one gotta fly away and find one's north.

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Dry eyes.

Woke up from the unfamiliar. This weekend has been too, for the lack of words, mind-boggling. I get the drift. Been getting it for a long time already, actually. There was just denial somewhere and melancholy on the dirt road. And yes, a massive amount of hope up in the air. But alas, this wakes me.

Things learned: respect moments, aboveall. Take chances, and by this I mean nick it whilst it's burning hot. Don't keep those words unheard. Go. Or else be sorry. 

Monday, September 03, 2012

Bright Lights.


Too many a thing have been happening in my little crusade called life. It's funny that things get you off guard too quick and the next thing you know, you're in that pothole having to make the deepest breaths of your life for decisions that will change whatever course or shit that deals with it. 
I'm pretty more than surprised I'm doing this 2013 dream plan into actions. I've never thought I'd want this, but hey, I think it's a great chance for my future enlightening. This shit sounds crazy but this really hypes up my veins. 
 If you know me too well, you'd understand that I've always been the happy-go-lucky devil-may-care, 'you gotta live the present because you never know when you'll ever die.' and all these crappy shit. Thus, all these wild things I do with my life: Fight hard for something I love, travel til my last penny, crossing out bucketlist sooner than I could have imagined, and living life to the fullest has just been an understatement. There is--rather--WAS no stopping. 
But now, baby steps. Slowing down. Thinking. The comfort zone is becoming too comforting and I don't see this as a good sign. Making that leap. I shall make it happen.