You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
There comes a time when you wake up one morning and you lazily get out of bed. Pulling away from last night's dreams, back to reality. You'd shiver as the cold water embraces your skin. Then you make your way to pray to God. Where you'd give thanks for waking you up that morning, knowing that He has the power to take you away. You'd look up to him, even though you can't see him. You feel his presence in your life. You are so thankful that you feel unworthy of his love. Everyday, you are haunted by your sins. So much so that you sometimes feel so ashamed to look up to him. So you knelt down and you hung your head in shame. You wished you could rewind the time to make things right. That's when his strength, love and care come flying down to your lowest level and bathe you with warmth. It gives you a sense of joy and reassurance. The presence, it's overwhelming.