Bench

Going back the basic. Refreshin' one's memories of those worth retaining. Breathe. Think. Appreciate. Take me home.

..missing memoir.

Who am I to become is through the way I know. The only way I know.

That if doubts preempts oneself to join and be part of me, then let go of the memories that were once shared so the soul of us will be set free.

If the path choosen is of forgiveness, destroy the wall of repugnance that infuriates and blinds one's healing heart.

For to live in a stone of heart, is to live in an eternal misery.

RIP

Today marks the day of my death.

I am not the most ideal person to be with. I seldom speak out what I think and feel. I tried in some occasion and but results never favored me. Quitter you may say. Giving way is what I believe it to be.

Is it right to grief at my own death? Acceptance at my worst will be the salvation on the situation I've had.

A few times I removed myself at the comfort zone only to be murdered in the end. The taste of being a martyr is no doubt a bitter-sweet serenity.

I never got afraid of facing this tragedy but of one concern I'll forever bring heavy in grave. The inocent collateral damage I tried to save. Time will say the truth and wishing will set us free.

Now I am resting in darkness and will continue the cycle of life..