I am done hiding my gazes just to see how beautiful and powerful she have become. Even at the end of my lifetime, in the middle of suffering, in current pain, my eyes will always look for her. She owns all parts of me and everything that I have, even my last stolen glances.

Her touch screams power and her eyes shouts darkness. She was the needle, she was the thorns, she was the blade, and I am willing to embrace her without minding the pain. At first glance, I knew I'll bleed more, I knew I'd fall deeper

Rains are like thousands of memories where each drops remembers a scene. I have never smell nostalgia before not until her rain yearns my name. And since then, I have never felt more alive