random pieces

  Day 13 "If you could write a letter to the person you've hurt the most, what would the last sentence be?" Last sentence: I wish I could have given you the stars and moon during that long season, but as the stars began to fall from the heavens, i found myself lost in that world. i am deeply sorry of for what could have been, and what may have been but this story has finally came to a bitter end, and the love we once thought became the very love that was lost.

  Day 12 "What do you need to forgive yourself for?" To my young self,     I hope you forgive me for all the plans and wishes you wanted to attain and I could not do it for you as I have been different as an adult. As an adult you lost your spirit and the feeling of genuine happiness. The fire that you held as a child has dwindled. The genuine child of curiosity and driven by th future is now an adult who is taking it one day at a time. one battle per day. I hope you may be able to forgive me

 DAY 11 "When you die, who do you think will sit at your grave the longest" To be honest, I don't know. I don't even know it there would be people at my own wake. I have lived a life that is distant from people, I can't even say if I have friends, I just walk through life without making certain levels of connections. I see my life as being boring, yes I know people but they are more of acquaintances rather than friends. By the time, to which I don't know when. I think it would be my mom rather than any other person. All I know is that I have lived satisfactory life, to which I feel like I still have nothing to show for.

 Day 10 "What is the one thing that you wish that people knew about you?" that I rather choose to be alone and stuck in my own world rather than being around people, that I would always choose to be at the sidelines not because I don't like the people but because I just enjoy my own company.

Day 9 "What do you fear the most?" At the moment, I am AFRAID of a lot of things. But the thing I fear the most is the day that I could not do anyhting for my mom. I care the most for my mom, and loosing her would be the painful part.

  Day 8 "If you wrote a book about your first heartbreak, what would the last sentence be?" Last Sentence: Everything felt fast, just a quick ending.

 DAY 7 "What's something you're holding onto that is still hurting you" That feeling of self-doubt and regret that shrowls all over you. It's painful, and sends you into this abyss of darkness, loathing, and gut-wrenching. Back then I was studying Engineering and at the top of all that, I was standig at the cliff of my last years as an engineering student. I admit I was no class A student, but I was managing how things were on my end but decided that I would stop. and just jumped to another course. Upon doing that decision I saw how everyone looked at me with disappointment, anger, and detest for ditching the course I worked all my highschool years just to achieve. And I swallowed all of that. I just continued on with my second course. The weight I felt never vanished as it remained ingrained in my heart and head. 4 years passed and I was able to redeem myself, but remained to feel that I am, and was left behind for the years. I was happy, and at the same time hur...

 Day 6 "If you wrote a book about the person that's hurt you the most, what would the first sentence be?" First Sentence "While others had two scaffolds, I had one."

 Day 5: "What moments do you miss from your childhood" To be honest there are a ton of moments which I miss, but three particular moments that I long to remember are as follows. We are not rich, nor we are poor. We are at the middle. Life was both pleasant and unpleasant. But one thing I'm always going to be proud of is that I grew up rich in experience. Moment #1 Just running around the school grounds. Being a child, i was a wimp, but loved running around. playing during break time. It was a moment of pure bliss and carelessness. I didn't mind the scars and wounds from falling, but loved every momen as I ran through the schools corridors and walkways. It was a moment of feeling the wind go through your face, and the adrenaline rush from trying to hit obstacles or other people along my way. I was not a problem child, I was an average student but running felt like an unchained kid. Moment #2 I grew up  in the town proper of our little municipality, to which it was situ...

 DAY 4 "Who are you when nobody is watching?" As the dust of the day settles and I'm left alone, far from the eyes of society. I revert back to a child of heartly woes, fragile and vulnerable. I drop all the armor of the day, and have my back hunched over. All the darkness that you once try to push back just creeps in, silent and deadly. Whispers of all the thoughts of ending it all.

 DAY 3: "What would you take about if someone is actually listening to you?" If someone would actually be listening to me, I'd probably be talking about the general aspects of Life, Death, and Religion. To just sit down and enjoy the serenity of a the raw untethered world, far from the bustling reality. Either it may be on a beach, or a cliff overlooking a far horizon. Talking for hours, may not be the best means but damn I would enjoy such a scene and moment.

 DAY 2: If you could write a book about your mother, what would the title be? Title: "Aquamarine: A Stone's Journey" P.S.     named after my mother's birthstone, it is a story of how a mere piece of pebble was able to carve herself and grow to be come a foundational stone in the world we live in. She underwent struggle that at my young age could not comprehend, to which I later saw as an adult. She fought the silent battle of life without saying anything, she never complained, she never gave-in, and she never made me see the vulnerable core. My mother's a stone,not her heart but by the will that she bore as she traversed done Life's winding journey. And being an adult, and looking back to the struggles we underwent in life, i saw the graceful fortitude that my mother wore all those times. Her armour is bent, tattered, wrecked and crack, but never did she say "I QUIT". To my mom, If you could read this, there are a plethora of things I would want to t...

 DAY 1: "If you were to write a book about your father, what would be the last line be?" Last Line: At the end, all is in blood, but never by nature for you were never one and I could never call you one.