Though feelings are out of our control
A pinch of contrition about what particular things we just felt is irrevocable
And it's funny how it justifies what the subject originally conveys.
Friday, August 26
Monday, August 22
A letter from a Pirate King y'all!
"Oh Dearest Queen,
Me read yer message and me wa like..
What in tarnation is happnin'..
Wer yer time flashin back to the Spaniard time aye?
Me think on ye lass..
All the time me lovely queen..
Yer winds me blow and yer waves me crash..
But yer always no that me sendes me deepest devotions to yer..
me beloved queen..
Me feel it such an honor to be treatin' yer doin' to me..
Me feels like the seas all calm coz of yer love and care..
aye.. my dear lass.. yer always in me heart..
yer always in me mind..
and one day..
me ship me sailin' gonna dock at yer arms..
till that day.. me gonna tell the wind to send ye me sweetest love..
sweeter than all yer pickles and eggs..
Me love yer highness..
Yer First Mate,
Your Pirate King "
-Amateur,no? Haha. Still the best.
Me read yer message and me wa like..
What in tarnation is happnin'..
Wer yer time flashin back to the Spaniard time aye?
Me think on ye lass..
All the time me lovely queen..
Yer winds me blow and yer waves me crash..
But yer always no that me sendes me deepest devotions to yer..
me beloved queen..
Me feel it such an honor to be treatin' yer doin' to me..
Me feels like the seas all calm coz of yer love and care..
aye.. my dear lass.. yer always in me heart..
yer always in me mind..
and one day..
me ship me sailin' gonna dock at yer arms..
till that day.. me gonna tell the wind to send ye me sweetest love..
sweeter than all yer pickles and eggs..
Me love yer highness..
Yer First Mate,
Your Pirate King "
-Amateur,no? Haha. Still the best.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
Yes, changes. Tons of plans. Heaps of changes. Snapped, occurring and pending.
Blissful am I? Aye. And a new blog title is a legacy of indication. Finally.
I've always wanted a new one. But I took my time contemplating to summon the thought.
Considered many, ended up with sweet, cold and colorless.
Change. The perfect subject of inevitability. I often wonder if it's a foe or a comrade. If it is both, what is it called then?
I don't really know but mostly it comes by surprise. And surprise can have opposite meanings.
They say there's nothing permanent in this world except for change. No one can argue with that. Everyone is subject to metamorphosis and phases. Even changes, change.
And it has different kinds. A change for the call of requisite, a change for doom, a change for betterment, you name them. But what I really want to touch with is the beauty it holds. The change for remedy.
On one of your long battles of war with the world and yourself, a passerby in life will knock and offer you an ice cream. Yes, ice cream. It'll revive you of what the taste of sweetness is again. And there would come your deliverance.
The changes from the smallest and simplest things of great influence.
From the songs you listen to and the name you utter.
Your passwords on online accounts and the profile names on your phone.
The contents of your blog site and subject of your poems.
What you do before you sleep and what your thoughts are.
From your favorite numbers and colors
To whom you take photos for
The foods you eat and the movies you watch
The pictures on your wallet and the words you use
And what things remind you of.
Your prayers alter.
Your plans change.
Suddenly you're building a different world. And the thing is, they didn't come by surprise as what changes usually do.It could be the scariest thing. But it is beautiful now.
And it could all start with one sweet soul.
Blissful am I? Aye. And a new blog title is a legacy of indication. Finally.
I've always wanted a new one. But I took my time contemplating to summon the thought.
Considered many, ended up with sweet, cold and colorless.
Change. The perfect subject of inevitability. I often wonder if it's a foe or a comrade. If it is both, what is it called then?
I don't really know but mostly it comes by surprise. And surprise can have opposite meanings.
They say there's nothing permanent in this world except for change. No one can argue with that. Everyone is subject to metamorphosis and phases. Even changes, change.
And it has different kinds. A change for the call of requisite, a change for doom, a change for betterment, you name them. But what I really want to touch with is the beauty it holds. The change for remedy.
On one of your long battles of war with the world and yourself, a passerby in life will knock and offer you an ice cream. Yes, ice cream. It'll revive you of what the taste of sweetness is again. And there would come your deliverance.
The changes from the smallest and simplest things of great influence.
From the songs you listen to and the name you utter.
Your passwords on online accounts and the profile names on your phone.
The contents of your blog site and subject of your poems.
What you do before you sleep and what your thoughts are.
From your favorite numbers and colors
To whom you take photos for
The foods you eat and the movies you watch
The pictures on your wallet and the words you use
And what things remind you of.
Your prayers alter.
Your plans change.
Suddenly you're building a different world. And the thing is, they didn't come by surprise as what changes usually do.It could be the scariest thing. But it is beautiful now.
And it could all start with one sweet soul.
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