The Butterfly Effect



Somehow, I too started believing.
Because when you hold her hand, I feel a squeeze inside my heart.
When you walk with her, I instinctively walk away,
and when you look into her eyes, my eyes swell up with tears.

The Constellation



I fall, and I crawl,
 and I fall,
 and I crawl.

 You are my constellation
not of stars
 but of scars.

 You do not need to shine,
Just be mine.

I will be fine.
You are my sign.


 - "The Constellation" @legallyblunt 25 February 2010 #Artwork by "Charlie 2010" seen at the #BenCabMuseum

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The Secret


Picture from POSTSECRET

The truth is, I’ve been trying to tell you.
But my words get drowned out
by the beating of my own heart.
That’s my secret.

The In the Know


Picture from POSTSECRET

I know that you know
that I know you know.
I don’t know why I know
I guess we’ll never really know.

The Wishing Us Well



So, I blew my birthday candle,
The one you brought as a surprise.
You asked what I was wishing for,
I kissed you and said, “Surprise!”

The Dark






Leave me, where the only color that I can see is the very color that can protect me.

 - "The Dark" @legallyblunt 23 February 2010

STATUS QUO

I haven’t written anything in a while. It could be because I’m busy or it could be because I haven’t felt anything genuine for quite sometime now. I still haven’t felt anything anyway, so might as well capitalize on what I haven’t been feeling. So today, I am going to talk about this painfully boring thing that is the status quo.

The status quo is like a prelude to the impending doom. It is the calm before the storm that is conflict. It is that narrow gap between not knowing and being told, “I told you so.”

If there’s anything I learned from everything, it is knowing when to listen not only to people but to your heart and most importantly, your mind. When something doesn’t feel right, chances are… something isn’t. Instinct is one’s biggest weapon against committing mistakes and fucking things up.

Happiness doesn’t happen in reverse. It should be the goal, it shouldn’t be a pit stop but the ultimate destination. You don’t find happiness from the past. You have it. You enhance it as you move forward. Nobody wins a race running backwards, nobody finishes the race while being stuck in a moment. If I understand it right, you move forward until you find what you are looking for… until you find the reason to be finally still. Until you find your perfectly imperfect status quo. Who knows, maybe you already are in it or fastly moving towards it. J

Perfectly Imperfect



In that exact moment that darkness surrounded us,
You held my hand and promised to be my light.
I like it when my eyes can’t see and the only music
That I hear is the maddening sound of the rain.
I want to stay in the dark longer, to observe
The flickering light that shyly illuminates
Our once proud love.
I want my hand back.
your light is no longer enough.

Play Paint



You keep looking at the cracks in the ceiling,
Constantly wondering when water will seep through.
I continue watching you breathing, blinking, staring,
While I let my mind and my heart paint you.

WALLED PROMISES



You intended these walls to be bulwarks.
I see them as promises.

You can isolate yourself as much as you want.
I will always be on the other side, waiting.
When it’s over, I’ll fly over each and every one of them,
and save you from your walled misery.

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