Darkness is life’s fairness. A not so popular yet very significant element because it makes simple things challenging to see. Making your eyes blind though they are wide open. Keeping you searching even if it’s exhausting.

Darkness is the inevitable side on every line of life no matter what. In the dark sometimes you can’t be so strong for ever that your tears drip. Or getting lost on the open road. Or being scattered in the randomness of fantasy. Darkness isn’t pleasant to see (and you can’t really see it) but it gives you the opportunity to imagine colors and lights using only your brain and your heart – the most capable medium ever created to invent whatever you want.

Until that trumpet horns resonate, you will always be in the darkness of hopes and certainties. Teaching you that life is not designed to give you happiness, but instead chains of disappointment and pain. So there is this saying, “pleasure and happiness are actually trials.” For true life is the flood of sufferings that are written for all who were born.

But God doesn’t perfect the dark as an absolute misfortune that you must accept. Thus, on preferred nights, accompanied by a gentle breeze of wind you can enjoy a luminous night: when you let yourself bathed in a full-moon light – round, silvery, blazing.

The Gray

I wrote down under the raging sound of patters,
Composing letters,
Building rhymes,
Educating impressions,
Appreciating moments

Morning was a rainy kiss for me to stop dreaming
Welcoming the millionth-time opportunities
Cherished by boisterous heartbeat
And sincere hopes

Even the rain woke up too early
I can only smile
Lifting hands, sheltering drops
The grayness refused to dry my wet clothes

Although I miss the yellow sun
I won’t matter the gray sky
As long as I keep continuing my prayers,
reaching even my modest dream

I hope God does not work too hard to grant it.

The Haunting Past

It’s like watching old movies you’ve once rented at that previous city you once stayed with your parents. Like a glimpse of narrow light beneath your door and your eyes couldn’t focus at the yellow line because it disrupted your sleep.

Most importantly you will know deep in your heart when the mistake from your past, the very fault that has probably most changed you as an individual and alter your decisions today, is screaming its name. It scraped from such depth of a well to climb up and show off. You’re initially lured to open those pink-wrapped bunch of gifts bundled with appealing ribbons one by one, so many gifts you lose counts of them; you’re set to accomplish such failure one more time.


WHAT’S distressing is you absolutely know how much bruised you’re going to be but there is this little crap inside your heart that’s craving for acceptance, begging to be used, no matter how tiny but as always it shines a light too bright: an old buddy, named Hope.

Which keeps reminding you to believe that wonderful things will take place.

That you believe you need to faithfully pray on bended knee that this time God will finally do as you wish.

That every mistake no longer lingers in as dark clouds above your eyes and it makes you forget how miserable it caused you it even dried up your tears, that it arranged your mind about being so much more than prepared to be courageous and once again ask/beg/hope/pray for what’s once difficult, if not impossible.


YOU can even see yourself crying to sleep, like angels watching over you sleeping, blabbering in your dreams, carefully taking care of you so you stay on the bed and warmly wrapped under your blanket, every night in your room. It’s clear before your eyes.

And you can’t even speak your mind because you’re afraid it will mess things up, when it’s actually a broken start to begin with. Why would you break everything all over again, when you believe you’re worth more than that? Or can’t you live a precious gift of life God has loaded you with and don’t you remember how much destruction you’ve managed to defeat for the sake of living an ordinary life, a simple life you’d be easily live by, a life that’s just about you, your spouse, your kids, a home, and a sky and trees so peacefully surround their arms around the neighborhood? Remember a life you’ve always pictured from the corner of your dusty mind like a vintage postcard with a depiction of a house by the beach on its side?

There are always times to stop and carefully think of challenging choices that you have, that you must pick only one even if it must means you’ll lose the one that’s important to you, the one who makes you strong. Think about the life you’d eagerly want to live, think about your parents, think about the heart and future you believe in, which is not supposed to be painted black all over and should be ready to start anytime.

Not again, you can hear yourself howl somewhere.

Not again.

So choose. Choose to mind your dreams and all the journey you’ve passed with tears and blood you even had to hurt people you care about, or choose to believe in miracles, with such massive risks, including your very fragile soul; would you rather bear it, or would you be brave enough to stand tough on your feet to triumphantly say, “I must look forward”?