Each heartbeat of a moment is a call towards this unknown mystery.I am still waiting.Last night, I tweeted that I am counting the seconds that pass by waiting for something wonderful to happen. The minute passes, and then the day. Perhaps, not today.That was yesterday.And all you have to do is smile back now.It
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I live in Philippines, ManilaI love to write (and perhaps, rant) and I love to read books. Please see my other blogs: mybookside.com and maybellevictor.com.
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You're special.
I cannot fathom the depths of your reason.One minute you're here, and another, we're strangers again.It's like waking up after a good night's sleep.Just about the time to clear my eyes.You're special.But
Leading
Each blink shall define the second that passesa finite momentengraved in timelessyour eyes will rememberyour mind will describeyour will shall falteryour heart shall be mine.indecision and reasonshall plague real threadsa conscious effort to takewhat you seek is not yet hereuntil time makes your heart be mine.ready is as ready doestelling isn't givingactions will move youso i can see.i shall see.
What You're Not
You're not there. You're not present when I am. You're not talking when I am asking. You're not...