Here we go again, two dumb people procrastinating our messy tasks all over today. Coffee, cigars, old songs..... and now we're stuck here in the middle of the paper. Blah.
Through this week, I've got such many lessons to learn. That to be grateful is the only possible escape. That there are so many people way more down below, and how dare we are to deny our every blessed day. Like when I spent last night at my granny's house, doing some sleepover with my mom's family after going to the beach, to step the sands and watch the beautiful twilight with one of my best friends. And I'm enough thankful, that the things which are seemed miserable enough, having so many bright sides if only we would open our eyes to see.
And that again, with the other dark sides, are not always dark as it seemed. As few nights before when I met one of my ex that now have been my also best friend... we calmed each other through a kiss relieving. Did I do something wrong? You know, no more strings attached. He dropped his knees within a broken heart case that brought me to him only to lift him up. And all that night was through, everything is going to be okay. Along that path, along that breath; we're doing fine.
So on, much harder things happened as I grow older. I've found a home, though it's not perfect but it's complete. I've found some souls, though I've met a lot of wrong people before finally got who sincerely stand beside me all along. And I've found some other rides who safely drive me through it all, until God convinced me into the one He's looking for. Alhamdulillah can't say enough.
Now, still on the coffee shop I stare at one of brothers from another mothers of mine, waiting our mood back to type again on the paper. Coffee, cigars, old songs..... keep playing on repeat.
Through this week, I've got such many lessons to learn. That to be grateful is the only possible escape. That there are so many people way more down below, and how dare we are to deny our every blessed day. Like when I spent last night at my granny's house, doing some sleepover with my mom's family after going to the beach, to step the sands and watch the beautiful twilight with one of my best friends. And I'm enough thankful, that the things which are seemed miserable enough, having so many bright sides if only we would open our eyes to see.
And that again, with the other dark sides, are not always dark as it seemed. As few nights before when I met one of my ex that now have been my also best friend... we calmed each other through a kiss relieving. Did I do something wrong? You know, no more strings attached. He dropped his knees within a broken heart case that brought me to him only to lift him up. And all that night was through, everything is going to be okay. Along that path, along that breath; we're doing fine.
So on, much harder things happened as I grow older. I've found a home, though it's not perfect but it's complete. I've found some souls, though I've met a lot of wrong people before finally got who sincerely stand beside me all along. And I've found some other rides who safely drive me through it all, until God convinced me into the one He's looking for. Alhamdulillah can't say enough.
Now, still on the coffee shop I stare at one of brothers from another mothers of mine, waiting our mood back to type again on the paper. Coffee, cigars, old songs..... keep playing on repeat.
