With all these tall buildings staring at me,
As if judging me thoroughly.
Seeing me through bare naked,
It was sunny day, the place so quiet,
You can see the mold telling me it witnessed so many stories.
It was when I think,
Maybe they knew me.
I was new, they were old.
Cracks in the ceiling reminding me of a broken trust.
These building might endured some painful past.
The cicadas in the nearby trees are singing aweful sound.
The cars are all passes by,
Every now and then, these buildings are going to collpased.
Reaching their limit and bidding goodbyes.
As they once stood, they once died.
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Yeah, my tenth chapter and has been a great feeling, so I'd liked to celebrate this silently and peacefully. I hope to create more deep and meaningful works in the coming days. If anyone will stayed, please stay! I want to share my improvements and experiences throughout writing.
Reading helped me to create new skills to enhance to let out my feelings, because I'm not good talker and very sensitive person. I haven't understand myself sometimes but reading books open a way for me to see and discover who I am. Now that I'm writing, I can say that excitement is running through my body this time. Love and happy to share my thoughts here more than I could expect :)))
BINABASA MO ANG
you flower, you feast : My Collections (HIATUS)
Random"You don't start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it's good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That's why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence." ― Octavia E. Butler ●●● This is my collectio...
