Random Leaf #1740

"And when the opportunity arise, one simply have to connect the dots. And no, the end isn't always a pseudo poison, a sleeping heart and a self inflicted stab wound. Get a grip! Look for the signs. There will always be a conspiracy. All the world is out there making heck of god knows what impossibility and you're just what? Gonna ignore them? No! Find them, look hard, listen hard, you got a bright head, you yourself already know that."

"W-wait... what? Hold on. What am I supposed to do?"

"Here's an advice, kid. Don't be stupid."

Random Leaf #1739

Have you not realize it yet?

You are the son your father

is still waiting,

you are the daughter your mother

is still waiting.

Random Leaf #1738

"Won't you too be intoxicated with

the smiles surrounding you?"

"I'd drown in a pool of forced smiles

and fake pleasantries. If no such

kindness were genuine, why even bother?

The false sky maybe too close to being

the skies but it would never be the sky."

"Oh! Don't worry too much.

Whatever is above us,

as long as we don't get soaked,

all's good."

"I hate the rain."

"So do I.

But umbrella merchants do love them."

Random Leaf #1737

How can you save another when you can't save yourself? Help others? Absurd! Go help yourself.

Random Leaf #1736

Don't lose hope.

Don't lose faith.

Random Leaf #1735

They are ones blessed with the true insight. For the heavens along with angels, and more, sing their name and they gladly listen.

Random Leaf #1734

I cannot keep sparing them.

I'm no hero

and yet the more I think of it,

It isn't redemption I'm doing.

It is more of selfishness.

You see,

I grant favors and help others

not out of good faith.

I have my own intentions.

Random Leaf #1733 IG

The real healing begins

after you leave.

That’s the truth.

It isn’t about letting go —

that’s something else entirely.

This so-called process

only starts when we’re left behind,

or when we finally choose to leave

everything behind.

It will hurt —

no matter how much you try to stop it.

Don’t say it won’t.

I’m sure it will.

Only at the end —

our end —

will we finally be relieved.

Random Leaf #1732

But there wasn't no choice begin with,

you know I can't give up on you.

I love you.

And you me choose not saving you,

for what?

For saving everyone?

That's not a fair deal, you know that.

You're the one thing I cannot give up on.

You know that.

Random Leaf #1731

The child of the horizon

meets the starry eyed girl.

She is with his grandfather,

the old man of million lies.

"You're not supposed to be here,

old man,' says the child of horizon.

"Supposedly. But between you,

me and the stars, there is this

clear distinction of me not being here

and me not being able to.

And you, my dear, with all the dreams

you are keeping, clearly knows,

I am unbound."

The starry eyed girl looks at her

grandfather with a slight look of

hazy bitterness.

It isn't her eyes that shows emotions,

it's her gaze and sigh.

"You know I can't say no to you,

my darling. If you so wishes it,

I'll be gone," the liar says. His tone

both weak and playful.

Beneath it though, a slight sarcasm gets

mixed it.

"It's fine, pee paw. Sooner or later,

the truth will itself reveal.

You just get to be in the front row

of such occasion."

The liar smiles.

The horizon gulps, his eyes gets serious

but nothing can hide the weariness feel.

"Let's hear it star.

Tell me your answer."

An eterinity of pause fleets the moment.

The sound of silence echoes throughout.

And with depth monotonal voice,

"No," is what she says.

"The heck?" says the liar.

He is most surprised of the revelation.

And as for the child of the horizon,

who is now overgrown by fuzzy a beard

and a fluff moustache,

already saw it coming.

Random Leaf #1730

The heaven's door shuts closed for sinners like me and I weep for I am jealous tht I cannot be as good as the faithfuls.

Random Leaf #1729

Here I thought

I'd still be

So in love.

But what remained

after, is nothing.

The void gazes

at the emptiness

as the echo

lingers of a

hollowed beating heart.

There nothing more,

I dare conclude.

There's nothing anymore.

Random Leaf #1728

And the understanding of death

lessens the burden,

but the fear is still there.

It cannot not exist.

Random Leaf #1727

I'm part of the short lived creatures.

Random Leaf #1726

But that theory

denies the soul.

So much so

nothing else can

prove it untrue.

I'm scared, dear.

I really am.

Random Leaf #1725

I'm scared.

Random Leaf #1724

There's two reasons actually.

Both are just proving

how selfish I can be.

One is you can't be happy with me.

I promise, you won't.

I'm not that fated, destined some kind of prince

Everyone is praising me for.

I have my flaws.

These are not just any simple ones.

They are red flags.

You won't be happy with me.

And I'd rather see you are

Than not.

I am not some sort of great person who'd

give up his life nor the world for you.

I'm not that great.

Believe you me,

you'll just be disappointed as I am with myself.

So be happy,

I'll root for you with someone else

just not me.

I know,

the way I see it is just too much

of a grandeur when in truth it's cowardice.

But believe what you have to believe,

Just hear me out and I hope, without

even changing your mind, not me.

Oh! And the other reason is

not something delusional nor poetic.

It's quite simple, I'm dying.

Random Leaf #1723

.. I'm scared.

Random Leaf #1722

I'm scared.

Random Leaf #1721

What if there is an afterlife?

Reincarnation is a nice thing,

but who says that will be?

What if there is an afterlife?

Heaven is nice an all

but what am I supposed to do there?

What if there is an afterlife?

I know for sure heaven will be closed off for me.

I am no good man.

Hell will be what? An endless torture

for the few years of sin I commit,

of which some I know, I am unentirely to blame.

I don't like pain.

And for the torture to be endless?

Isn't subject to fear?

But I am no good man.

It is already too late for me to be.

Heaven's door will be close. I just know.

What if there is no afterlife?

What if when things end,

everything just turn blank.

Fade to black.

Nothing here after.

I stop existing.

I become inexistent.

Random Leaf #1720

I'm scared.

Random Leaf #1719

I'm scared.

Random Leaf #1718

"And of love?"

"What of love?"

"Don't you..

you know..

her?"

"Not really.

I don't know?

Maybe, I think so.

But it isn't the love,

that you and I both know."

"Come on, brother. She's perfect, right? Right?

A quiet beauty, your type. She's your type.

Don't tell me she isn't. Your eyes don't lie.

Well, I mean, your gestures and your weird actions whenever

She's around clearly say you're into her. Or are you not?"

"In all honesty, I just don't know. I don't really know her.

And what you just said, all of it are true. I confess.

But at this point, you may as well call it an obsession.

"Nothing more. And if you're going to say I should talk to her,

"I don't know. I think there's just.. a lot of butterflies fluttering.

And don't say you aren't warned, when it comes to love,

or anything more, less or in between, a poet is licensed."

"Have you shed tears for her? Like the many women

that made you sad and they're clearly unaware of,

Have you ever shed your tears for her?

Not just any tears but geniune droplets."

"Not.. yet. I guess, she's safe."

"But is your heart safe

from breaking once again?

Come on, man.

You're hurting

again."

"I'm fine."

"You aren't."

Random Leaf #1717

How could

trust be

given easily

to those

who lies

and those

who were

lied upon

most of

their life?

Random Leaf #1716

I love her,

without the love

I know of.

It's not the

same. I know.

Just.. don't ask.

Random Leaf #1715

It hurts

how a

man can

say he

has faith

when unto

others he

cannot easily

give trust.

Random Leaf #1713

And when numbers suddenly

Become names,

The necessary evil becomes

A bad thing after all.

And we get to understand

That choosing between two evils,

Of which is worse,

Is easily done,

By ones who are not concerned.

Random Leaf #1714

The world misheard.

He was never complaining.

It was never:

"Why have you forsaken me?"

The whisper is feint, coarsed,

parched, hurting, in so much pain.

But the voice is broken throughout:

Random Leaf #1712

You can't deny it.

To completely eradicate

Evil, is in it ownself evil.

Balance is key.

Balance is always the key.

Random Leaf #1711

There is this sense of grief

That rarely anyone feel.

There is a word for it

but to simply to words:

"I am not of this world,"

such one, who has, always think.

There are off escaping in there thoughts

while at the same time a tragic paradox

is occuring.

There are at the same time aware and

unaware of it.

They beg themselves on their own

to differ that they a by product of

a world they are in.

"I cannot escape here.

I am here.

I'm afraid."

And the main cause of their fear

isn't just the uncertainty of what's to come

but the foreboding sense of hereafter.

"I don't want to die."

Death isn't just what they fear though.

"What if it all just fade."

Inexistence is.

"I just wish for a reincarnation.

Maybe as a better somebody else,

and not someone only a few and I know of."

"I'm afraid,"

Aside the thought they always think.

Random Leaf #1710

It isn't the hero singing.

The song is about the hero

but it isn't the hero who's singing.

If you thought, hence the title,

it is he who bask glory,

then you're wrong. You're very wrong.

Random Leaf #1709

If you believe my smile

tell otherwise. My friend,

I deeply apologize,

you are gravely mistaken.

Random Leaf #1708

I am lactose intolerant

and I crave cheese.

Random Leaf #1707

"And there are those who are.. irregulars. They aren't misguided, they just don't."

"They were meant to be. He's an irregular because he didn't."

"Hence, he is an irregular."

"He strayed from the path. He shouldn't have stolen her heart."

"It was never his intention."

"He made her cry."

"To be fair, that is what he was meant to but even still, that isn't what he intended."

"She cried because of him."

"That is her selfishness that made it so."

"He made her love him."

"So does he to everyone else. He loves everyone and so wants everyone to love him back."

"He broke her heart."

"Thay is on her own folly not him."

"Isn't he not to take blame?"

"His fault? His fault lies in his kindness. He is just that kind."

"He could've reciprocated."

"That isn't him."

"What about the girl?"

"She learned a valuable lesson."

"On not to be easily in love?"

"She learned what love is like."

Random Leaf #1706

"And there are stories meant to be tragic."

"Aren't we all?"

"I.. I give up mid way."

"So that's the reason you don't know how stories end."

"My heart is just too much."

"You are."

"How?"

"You carry your cross so heavily. Your heart beats you're unaware of it."

"I don't want to be sad."

"The way things go, you will."

"How?"

"The calluses you have on your heart isn't real. You haven't go yet."

"They are."

"Lies!"

"I.. I couldn't bear."

"Get to the ending.. to the endings of the stories you missed."

"I can't."

"It will hurt but you must."

"I don't want to get hurt."

"Better than not knowing."

Random Leaf #1705

And if you're given a chance

or if you're able to.

Please, forget me.

Random Leaf #1704

It is Eve, he raped

And yet somehow

I feel he did no wrong.

Eve loved him.

If she had just been lucid

She would have given consent.

He knows of her love.

He is envious.

But he knows of her love.

Is wrong for him

to pluck a rose

eager to be taken?

It wasn't rape.

It was not vain sacrifice.

He did nothing wrong.