Random Leaf #836

And I told myself not to pry beyond I could. I always run the risk of breaking something in my heart.

Random Leaf #835

She admitted her mistakes and mentioned her flaws. She accepted it all. Blame herself for her shortcomings. Yet she smiles.

Random Leaf #834

Have you thought of yourself not a writer but only someone who reads?

Random Leaf #833

But of course, one cannot stop smiling. To be a witness of a beautiful ending.

Random Leaf #832

She was like the rest of them. Unnatural, exclusive and the heroine of her own tale. Much like everyone else.

Random Leaf #831

If you forget, the world will remind you.

Random Leaf #830

But he couldn't have her.

Random Leaf #829

What would the hero do if he hear his princess tell she was not worth saving?

Random Leaf #828

Forgive me to be so blunt, supposed someone who really has the ability make it rain, won't they be able to make the sun shine as well?

Random Leaf #827

A soft spot for the pure and innocent.

Random Leaf #826

He was not the god of truth yet he kept on making promises. Even ones he knew he couldn't keep. People believed him. They followed. And he had to live up to it.

Random Leaf #825

No, it's not because he saw something different. It's because saw the same thing that everyone did. And he wanted to tell the world it was beautiful. But no one believed him.

Random Leaf #824

And all I could do is smile, the past I've walked will be a path won't tread a second time. These regret I kept and still keep more are now overflowing. My smile is the herald of my misery.

Random Leaf #823

It's taxing to live in a world yet to be created. More so, in one that just suddenly end.

Random Leaf #822

You took away all their crimes and called yourself the menace.

Random Leaf #821

A fool's errand is still an errand but a fool's gold can be gold. Depends on the perapective.

Random Leaf #820

He shall not be unremembered, epitaph on an unnamed gravestone.

Random Leaf #819

To have lost sight of the horizon while looking at the horizon.

Random Leaf #818

One day, the traveller asked himself: why am I travelling?

Random Leaf #817

There were more troubles found than solution. Even still we mix it all up and lose focus. There's not a silver lining between the consequential and the mundane. We just have to see the priority our soul sets.

Random Leaf #816

So what if enthusiasm fade? What if the passion's ember wane? Dreams are there, they will always be there. Unkess you realized it or make more dreams, it will be always there. Whether you keep on pushing for it or one day you just wake up and forget all about it.

Random Leaf #815

And in case you've forgotten, the world can and will cry for you. It knows your sorrows. The world sees your desperation. It will constantly tell you you're not alone. But, by then, you wouldn't notice it. But the world wouldn't care. It carries you along with the burden your carry. The world understands. You may sometimes hardly see it but it do. The world knows. It always do. You just have to notice.

Random Leaf #814

If it was too much to ask. I wish I could never forget.

Cart

Crooked and rusted

his hands filled

with callouses, dirt,

all the while

shaking but never

letting hands go.

Arched and tarnished

his back is,

screw barely loosed,

patch up wounded,

must carry on.

Legs and feet

creaking on the joints

keeping on rolling

society and cogs

sweat stained soles

tired and unforgiven

geared up brimming

asking and seeking

will things end?

The souless breath

filled to brim

with endless toil

the rope was

all there is

and nothing more.

Random Leaf #813

To be honest though, the writer is not a character of the story.

Random Leaf #812

She never mentioned it.

Random Leaf #811

It gets to you. Those you desire and cherish.

Random Leaf #810

And his last thoughts were home.

Random Leaf #809

I know it won't have the same effect to others. But to me, at this very moment, I am crying.

Random Leaf #808

The ones who can see the strings will always be regretful.

Random Leaf #807

Sometimes, the devil does not hide in the details.

Random Leaf #806

Not only the strength and flaws, all the sins too.

Random Leaf #805

Her smile

was what

cut the

angel's wing.

The hero,

at last,

readies to

be forsaken.

Random Leaf #804

This is not my story, the traveller said. I am only a witness. Nothing more.

Random Leaf #803

They weren't just engaged, right? They were always like that even before they reincarnated.

Random Leaf #802

Tragic, the beautiful ending would have never been happy.

Random Leaf #801

There's more than one fairy. The hero is not aware. He does not know.

Random Leaf #800

The hero remembers. He knows. He remembers. The hero knows. It was him who killed himself. It was the hero's fault. It was his fault. It is the hero's fault. He's to blame. The hero is to blame.

Random Leaf #799 IG

"Are you there?" the hero said.

"I'm here," the fairy replied.

"I can't see you," said the hero.

"I'm right here, beside you," said the fairy as she touched his hand.

"I can feel you. You're here. I can her you," the hero said. "But why can't I see you?"

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"Are you there?" the hero asked.

"I'm here," said the fairy.

"I can’t see you," he whispered.

"I’m right beside you," she murmured, her fingers brushing his hand.

"I can feel you. I can hear you," the hero said softly. "But why can’t I see you?"

Random Leaf #798

The fairy gently kissed the hero's cheek. But he didn't knew. He couldn't see her. He felt it but he thought it was only the wind.

Random Leaf #797

What would the fairy feel if the hero gives up his ability to see her?

Random Leaf #796

The fairy pushes her hero further away from her.

Random Leaf #795

They don't usually cry and yet sometimes even the most senseless trivial mundane things makes them tear up.

Random Leaf #794

They see colors of different myriads. It become more blurry and more prominent each time they cry.

Random Leaf #793

For he knows what he is not and so he rejects that is not his.

Random Leaf #792

Tears unshed are cracks formed within our heart.

Random Leaf #791

Somewhere inside you are crying but you don't actually cry. You just feel it. And it drags on until you yourself cries.

Random Leaf #790

To the firefly, death meant only forgetting.

Random Leaf #789 IG

Have you ever felt in love that you would rather turn against the entire world without ever having any other reason but love?

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Have you ever loved so deeply,

you'd turn against the world—

for love alone, without cause or reason?

Random Leaf #788

He still gets hurt though.

Random Leaf #787

But of course the hero knew she would forget. That was the price he paid. His heart ache but only a bit. He was the hero after all. Getting hurt is something he should've already gotten used to.

Random Leaf #786

One day, the hero returned. He smiled as a fairy whom he knew greeted him. She was his only friend was. She asked what the hero's name was.

Random Leaf #785

To the ones forgotten, I hope someday, those who forgot will tell you: i remember you.

Random Leaf #784

When two unopposite forces clash, don't they end up lost?

Random Leaf #783

Now, come to think of it. People stopped being heroes when they start thinking about the greater good. They watered heroism down so much that even sacrifice became a necessity. How can someone call himself a hero if he couldn't even save one life?

Random Leaf #782

I can

hear it

the music

no one

can hear.

My soul,

it dances,

to it,

the melody

and rhythm.

It must.

Random Leaf #781

Often times we get lost in a hue were so familiar and accustomed with.

Random Leaf #780

And those that wished for freedom often find themselves locking their own prison willfully.

Random Leaf #779

But she did not have to be a memory just for him to realize his heart was still beating.

Random Leaf #778

The fairy finally realizes she is the princess in need of rescue and the princess, the hero was after.

Random Leaf #777

Your heart pulls you closer to what you want and to who you want.

Random Leaf #776

Even the fairy wanted to be saved.

Random Leaf #775

The little fairy is in love

and the brave hero is in love.

She knows who to love,

and he knows who to love.

She cannot grant her own wish

and he cannot save himself.

Random Leaf #774

It doesn't

always mean

you don't

want to

get hurt,

sometimes it

just simply

mean you

don't want

to hurt.

Random Leaf #773

"Don't go anywhere where I can't reach you," said the man to the moon. But he was too late. She had already set. A new day had risen. And she was no longer there.

Random Leaf #772

She was there all along,

the end of my journey,

where are all my roads leads,

the place anywhere else I'd call home,

but she never bothered.

She wanted me to keep on going,

she wanted me to see higher places,

she wanted me to dream greater dream,

she wanted me to keep on pushing,

all the while longing.

Random Leaf #771

Had I known

the world denies,

I should have

broken it with

one single lie.

Random Leaf #770

And when the world suddenly get too loud, I'll sound even louder. That way, it's only my voice that you will hear.

Random Leaf #769

Maybe it wasn't love,

Maybe it was curiousity,

much like the cat,

but i won't go

that far to die,

for heroes must live

based on silly expectations.

And I'm a hero.

Right now, I'm interested.

How far can this

silly whims of mine

stretch beyond my heroics.

Random Leaf #768

If you keep

on doing that

no one would

come get you

you wont

be save.

do you

like that?

I

don't.

do

you?

Random Leaf #767

But there will be

a place in hell

for those who loved

but was not loved

for they chose not

to live in a world

both cruel and unkind

Random Leaf #766

Her footprints disappeared as she forgot the name of the shore walked on.

Random Leaf #765

Be it known souls do not diminish. It may break and shatter and, at times, waiver, but not disappear. It grows plenty. More so overflows and unlike the ocean that just ebb on shore, the soul tides over.

Random Leaf #764

I am the devil,

let us not forget.

I have free will

like you, I can,

choose to be evil

or be an angel,

I can be both

if I want to,

but given a chance,

I'd rather be loved.

Random Leaf #763

To be lost in your eyes. May I find home in your eternity.

Random Leaf #762

Only he

knows where

the tree,

the noose

he carries,

is destined

to marry.

To tie

a knot,

wear it,

and hang

on to

precious life.

Bells will

ring melodies

for the

newly wed.

Random Leaf #761

And if

she had

just wore

her beautiful

red dress

maybe the

man would

have noticed.

But if

he had

been courageous

maybe she

wouldn't have

needed a

red dress.

She alone

is enough.

But he

dared not.

He is

not worth

her time,

that's what

he thought.

And so

a beautiful

story ends.

Random Leaf #760

"Save me!" the fairies heard. But they couldn't carry the weight of the hero's heavy heart.

Random Leaf #759

The soul disappears when memories fade.

Random Leaf #758

"Duty first!" said the hero. Not everyone understood. Those who did had a look of dismay on their face.

Random Leaf #757

She was every bit human despite her queenly attitude. She does not want to feel pain nor does she want others to feel it. If she could be a savior, she would. But all she could was reach out her hands to clouds that are unreachable and quick to fade.

"Not again! Please, not like this. No more! Save him. Please!"

Her voice fails as the tears on her eyes conveys these words.

Random Leaf #756

When one day the fairies opposes your heart, your decisions lies either in your wit or in your courage, never both.

Random Leaf #755

The bottled up tears will one day become an ocean and the dream you left and forgot will become a mountain. Both unfathomably filled emotions and your desires.

Random Leaf #754

Much like the moon

poets too have phases

the same as laymen,

the soldiers and marines,

the men of sky,

those with big dreams

and those with few,

let us not forget

the lovers left waiting

as well beloved adventuring.

They can go on

days without any care

of why they do.

Their passion, not there.

Their desire to move

was different from before,

suddenly they are urged

to follow a dream

entirely new and fresh.

They can go on

even months or years,

but the starting drive,

that one tiny spark

that they began with

will be like wildfire.

They may have matured,

 a lot or less,

but they will remember.

The poet will sing,

the writer will write,

the laymen will return

to where it started,

the soldiers and marine

will go back home,

the same with pilots

who will, with certainy,

land back on land,

the dreamers will dream

continuing on what halted,

and the separated lovers

will one day reunite.