i write

I write 
Because I want to share the things I see.
To make somebody listen to the song that I’m singing
To tell to anyone that I also feel anger
And sometimes can’t control my sudden emotions.

I write
Because I need a way on how to express my loneliness
And in times that I need to break the cold feeling of sadness.
In order to feel great and can enjoy my happiness.

I write
Because I want somebody who can read my soul 
Deep within him, he will realize I am not his foe
But a friend leading him to the mountains
Were we can stand tall

I write
Because I wanted to tell every step of my journey
The beautiful thing that my eyes can reach
The humming voice in my heart with beautiful melody 
And my feelings flowing until stars wont shine on me.

SOME

Are there really lonely people in the world? Or they are just choosing to be that way? And maybe they only want to be alone in their lives…

Sometimes some people only see what they wanted to see. They intelligently give orders right away. They are knowledgeable in so many ways. But they forget to realize how cleverly they hurt somebody…

Some people live beyond their dreams. They try hard to achieve whatever they want in life. Some reach their goals and value the success. But some are still looking for another term of glory. Because they can’t be satisfied. They challenge their selves and always try to hit another blow  Some suddenly give up. They stop dreaming. For they realized, it’s not what they want or simply because it’s not meant for them.

Some people live by faith. Because they believe on what they believe in. But they forget to see what’s really happening around them. They become blind to the things they see. And deaf to the voice in needing. Is it a faith of materiality. Or Faith is only for human fidelity. 

Some people lie. They lie on what really they are. They hide their feelings. They refuse to show their colors. -Maybe because they are surrounded by so many lying man. 
-Man with a smiling heart while crying down his soul. 
He laughs so loud to hide the sorrows.
His face is beaming in front of all. But as he turns back, he sigh’s so endless down to his core.

Some people are living by rules. They spend every hours and minutes like a precious stone. They value schedule and take every detail surely noted. But when they get into a situation which time is being the problem. They "tic like a clock" for they realize their time is running out,  for the most valuable and meaningful things they didn't give much time.

Some of them are -we.

And "we" dont have to be somebody... 

It’s not how we perfectly move above this earth. It’s not how we perfectly perform every task we face.

But it’s on how we stand on our decisions if it’ll be for good or not.

Though what we think of are true beyond our beliefs, perceptions and principles; because all of us are unique. 

-Different colors and different personalities.

and all we need to each other is a simple -

"respect".

   


 

how are you?

How are you?

How are you? Isn’t familiar?

A simple question, asking what you feel or what is your situation at this moment?
A simple question that’s also asking something about you…
A very simple question with a deep meaning…

Many of us or all of us when we see our friend often greet each other. Saying hi and hello, kissing each other and other usual things we do when we meet a friend, especially when we didn’t see then for a long time, right? 

And most of the time the conversation start’s with question “how are you?”

Doesn’t it feel good when somebody wants to know what happened to you from the last time you’ve met each other?

Along with this question there’s a story behind of it. A story each one of us that sometimes we refuse to tell to anyone. Perhaps, we practically don’t want to talk about it, maybe because it’s not interesting to tell, or… we are just hiding something?

If I will ask you right now?
How are you? 


One time a friend asked me that question. Basically I said, “Fine!” “I’m fine!”
But on that day I don’t really know what I feel. I party with my friends. I go out with them. But on that day I was so clueless.

 My friend keeps on telling what he went through. I’m just sitting besides him, listening and trying to laugh to things he laughed with.

It’s just funny that people around me know me from being a funny guy. Sometimes I asked my self do they really like me or they only like the person I’m showing to them?

Sometimes we deny the truth.

We smile though we’re hurt.

We laugh though we are broken.

Because sometimes it’s too hard to find those people who are truly interested to know us and to feel what we really feel…

Although at times not only other people can ask “how we are”. Because there are times we also need to ask our selves.

How are we?