THE ORCHESTRA

we all live like muted trumpets for sometimes we cannot play in our true sound in certain pieces in our lives. a symphony requires the whole unique blend of each and every individual instrument and there are times when we will have to mute the trumpets if that is the sound required.

we have to sacrifice the small things to accomplish something greater.

likewise in life, there are times when we have to mute ourselves (not literally) in order to fit into society. however, it doesn't mean we aren't ourselves anymore.

we're simply more reserved.

the choices in life come in hordes of sudden waves. we have to decide so quickly we often regret our decision. we think too much, bother too much about other factors that we failed to realise what the heart really wants. most of the time, all we have to do is follow our hearts.

cliche, but so true.

i believe we all only have a hundred years to live. i guess for every single moment to me is a gift from God who want me to make the best out of every one of them. i love the things God have given me in life.

He have given me the best i could receive.

i see heaven when i close my eyes.
when i close my eyes, i see you.

SENORITA

the view of the horizon ignites the thought of the ends of the world and provokes the mind to wander into the undiscovered lands. the need for the courage that many lack to break free from the bondage of society. the cruelty that one can be subjected to is not discrimination,

but self-pity.

the life that is casted down on each individual is unique and incomparable. one can never say one is not blessed, he's simply not appreciating what he's got. we envy what people have and never once looked at ourselves and truly be contented.

we are egoistic, selfish people i must say.

many taunted others because they are insecured. they reject alternate ideas and beliefs because they are afraid. they fear for the fact that one day, their life might change just so sudddenly.

the efforts towards a beautiful life is ruined.

because when i think of you, i know someday, my life will be completed.

IGNORAMUS

a fine line of distinction between love and lust. a subtle difference in tampering with the notation of playing with fire. taking a break, breaking up. there is no clear definition as to what is meant to be.

no one understands.

they call it retail therapy. some call it a waste of money. what is bought filled us up with a sense of hope of being beautiful. such profound ideology brought up from a simple feministic hobby.

how can i cast you aside like a forgotten dream when all that i dream of is for you to be here with me.

SCREAM

he embarks on a journey through silence. a momentum that built up with the years of observation. he sins along the way. he learns and grows wiser. like an old tree that conjures up spirits. like a saint who commits no sins. the distinction of purity lies not from what he does or where he comes from, but the very impregnable fortress that lies from within him. as long as the light shines from within, it will be pure. there's no requirement to acknowledge the right and wrong for as long as the insides are pure. nothing tainted will be shown.

where the sins grow roots and bloom. somebody has to chop it off. for the heart and soul has a freehold to grow, where sins will bloom and overtake. no amount of anything can kill the wraith growing inside for it lies within the impregnable fortress that forbids anything from entering. a light that shines through walls and veins. a love that fights in tons of wars. a knight that stands in silver armor.

a man that lives without regrets.