Beauty and Madness

A repeat in history? Dejavu? Coinsidence? Fate? or Life? I mean, there you are living your "normal" life. Perfectly imperfect. You just got through one of the most supposed-to-be complicated part of your teenage life. You have friends, you have your family, you have everything else you need. You have just established a strong faith in God and knew that you can count on him in every circumstance. Then in a blink of an eye, your whole world turns upside down. Your friends turn their back on you, your family gets more complicated than how they used to be and more trials come your way every single day. It piles up on you like the Payatas dump site. One moment you will think that it will be okei, then suddenly give up and break down, knowing that it will be, but its not. You dont know which mortal being you can turn to. Not that you trust no one, but you're afraid to get them caught in your drama, make things worse for you and for them. You find one, you laugh, you let a deep...

Only when you let go of that word... I dont know what I'll do...

How can I define him as a realistic person, when in reality he still seems unreal. If he was to walk past you, he will appear to be a normal person, living a normal life. His round, innocent eyes says more than any words could ever do. His soft, black hair gently falls down on his forehead. His ears, his nose, his lips fits perfectly on his face. You could sya he is chubby which makes him more adorable. The build of hi body seems flawless- a perfect sanctuary. The blisters on his fingertips tells me he has been playing with his guitar. These simple traits, these normal characteristics, makes him seem unreal. He speaks to me and I begin to wonder what he is really made out of. At times, he lisps as his eyes blink synchronized with his words. The seriousness in his face becomes a mystery as the words coming out of his mouth are hilarious. When his words and expressions start to speak the same thing, you will realise that there is more to this person. Every opinion he has about every aspe...

He's standing there, alone, not minding everybody else around him. As I got closer, I begin to enter his own world and everything else vanishes into thin air. As he turns to meet my gaze, I fall into his dark brown eyes. Everything turns into slow motion like those romantic-soap-opera-moments. He sends me a smile that brightens up the afternoon more than how it already is. His hair falls down his face, as the wind gently brushes through it. It's cold, but somehow as I walk past him, there's a warmth that wraps around my being. We exchange glances, hellos and then goodbyes. A second after I walk past.."Gosh I miss him already.." I close my eyes and the image if him is still in my mind..I whisper to myself.."What more could I ask for?" My everyday magic, my only miracle, my angel from above..has become what I call... My Friend..