Fly: Soar High

I’m in love with hummingbirds and the feature photo above is my first watercolor painting.

Growing up I always believe that we humans are capable of flying as well. When I watched birds over our window I would be mesmerized by its wings and how amazing and powerful our Creator is for making those marvels in the sky.

Then after that, I would ask myself how can I fly? Well at that moment I am ambitious enough to create a small Christmas Tree out from a small shrub.

And all day I would glance at it as if it is the most beautiful thing I’d ever created. At that time I told myself, this is the start of my flight. I wanted to create something. I wanted to let my creativity dance even if my eyes could also appreciate them or see them. I will make sure that I would fly.

So far my journey has been rough, I have been to so many ups and downs. But hey, there are booked flights I haven’t still checked on my list, maybe I should be packing my bags for the next trip. How about you when will you fly?



Reality Check

I am sorry for the honesty I couldn’t bear.


The sadness will last forever.

-Vincent van Gogh

Most of the times I would prefer to tell funny things or happy memories. Because I figured people love to hear about them and it is a way to tell myself hey ” stop being so stupid”.

You are so young to think of dying, who would befriend you if you cloud yourself with negativities? You are supposed to be cheerful. You’re too young, you have a lot of things to do. At that age you are depressed? Really?

As I listen to those questions it is deafening that my voice gets muffled in between.

Yes, maybe their right but no.

I have the right to feel every emotion that lingers in my body. I have the right to be not okay. I have the right to be messed up. Because that’s reality.

And when it is too late most of the times,

behind those ” I could have had…

Were the people who fail to listen and recognize what they knew from the start.



What kind of Smile?

If a happiest smile hides a thousand feelings, what kind of smile tells you i’m not okay?

What kind of smile would tell you I just need a hug?

What kind of smile would tell you i’m hurting inside?

What kind of smile would tell you i’m barely holding on?

What kind of smile would tell you I need a friend by my side?

What kind of smile would tell you to stay and just be there for a while?

What kind of smile would tell you to please look at me.


When i’m wiping my tears as you continue to walk behind.






You are a warrior ❤


They say I’m just sick

But they don’t really know how it feels

How fast time ticks

How all these wounds badly wanted to be healed

I smile and make people laugh

Cause I know how it feels to be sad, lost and broken

People assume they have a lot of time,

Time to make things right

But for people like me

We’re in fear of constant goodbyes

Cause we’ll never know

When will be the last

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Don’t Lie To Me



You told me a different story

You made me feel lonely


You told me i wasn’t good enough

Am I not tough?

I ask


But there was no answer

Instead tears just rolled down my eyes

I look at you


You told me I was weak

And that I can never be fixed

I am as brittle as a stick


I stared at you for a little longer

Then I took a deep breath

Gathering the last ounce of hope thats left


You told me I will never suceed

And that I should give up

Because my goals are just a trap


At that time I kneeled

Hiding my face with both palms

Telling myself I had enough


You told me to stop trying

Because I will always fail

You shouted at my face

You expected me to lay still

But I got up


Then i saw you did the same

You are the reflection of me

But you told me lies


You listened to people around you

That you forgot what’s in the inside

You have forgotten about me


I’ve been screaming at you

With this little voice of mine

Telling you the truth


You’re perfect just the way that you are

You can do it

You are worthy

You are beautiful

You are loved

You are amazing

You are God’s child


This time listen to me

This time let’s be each others bestfriend

This time hug me tight

This time no more lies



Genuine Beauty

Who am I?

Am I not a reflection of what I see?

Or the things I yearn?

I ask myself what do I do?

Embrace darkness

Or chase the light?

Beyond what is seen

I know there is love

In every texture I have felt

In those words, I hear

Melodies speaks in my heart

Telling me not to worry or live in shame

For I will always remember

Genuine beauty

Is beyond what is seen.