Maganda po kung i p- play yung music. vni Bugoy na Nagmamakaawa. SAlamat po pala sa pagbabasa.
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As time flies by fast, I can't count in my own fingers how many times I get hurt. Some of these memories just faded away, but leaves a totem that symbolizes broken pieces of my part. This marks remind that you can't live without aches and obstacles. And may result to happiness if you survived.
I've been working and thinking for so long, seems like pain has been my only friend. There are times that i become abject and confuse if I can make it through. I'll just look at the sky, count the bright stars while sitting on the balcony of my chateau and blow my oboe to somehow ease the pain and twinge that I feel. And when my body provides space for loneliness, I show off my side of being absurd and enjoys something very much. And finally, draw colorful and wonderful and colorful mural in my memory just to somehow vanish lousy episodes in my story.
