Save me from  This wreckage  Of the boat  That has been Washed and ruined By the storm of seas Barren, scarred, and broken Trying to find New plank of woods To nail and put it Back together But, it is impossible To fix something  That went against The currents of the universe Nothing could be fix By any physical effort  But Time 

I watch the sunsets As you left. The darkness gets Me now. Engulfing the void Of you leaving But the stars  Appeared A sign of hope and guidance

Model: Dascha Uy

Hindi ka ba napapagod Buhatin ang bigat ng Inyong mga magagandang mata Sa lugar na puwang Hindi karapat-dapat tignan?

O hindi kaya Iwasan tignan Ang sakit ng kinabukasan Kung saan siya ay wala na?  

Time to be Vulnerable

First post without a photo.

I have reached another low. Honesty and genuine emotions is something that is lost throughout this process of growth.

I lost who I am trying to keep up with the world and being tried to be defined from their uncertain standards and into trying to be who they want me to be and who they needed me to be. Forgetting that I need me to be me. The world has slapped me with this reality. The uncertainty of it all has led me insane. 

This could be me explaining who I am to people and in the eternal search in trying to find someone who would understand me in a certain level. Maybe in the needs to see therapy soon. 

The feeling of losing one of your constants has brought me back to memories. I’m sorry to my constant. You met me when I am lost and uncertain about a lot of things. You deserve a better friend than I am. 

I guess I’m starting this project for me to let out my emotions and feelings in a more healthy way and maybe to be unselfish with my words and with my hobby. I really want to improve on this craft. 

Time to be Vulnerable.