A natural hero was born on 1861
His name was Jose Protacio Rizal...
Like a guy fallen in love waiting,
For the valuable time of gathering...
The words are painted,
Carefully hidden...
She forms her index and middle fingers together,
As she cries for the disgust and hatred of her...
Sometimes I find myself pondering thoughts
that have no real aim...
Aspire
Desire...
My mind juggling day to day tasks,
I lost the outlet for my emotions...
Bob Segar's walking on main street, destination...
musical relaxation causes me to hibernate...
The emptiness of the day condenses into a point...
The fullness of the day condenses into a minute...
Down you ran:
shining, beaming, dancing...
I no longer want you to ask me,
to expand my horizons...
She's still in a dream-like trance,
after all these years. Trauma is a...