Being a student of a Christian school for 13 years was a great experience and a great privilege. I've been taught of things I should know and learn. I'm not a perfect person nor a sinless one, but I know my stand and my identity. I am a child of God. Yes, funny as it may sound, but I am His and He is mine.
Upon entering my college life, I've seen things I never seen before and seen things so unimaginable. May it be things this world does, or things God teaches me. But one thing I'm still holding on is the promise He gave me before my exit form my former school:"As you journey through this dangerous and evil world, you would not survive without My favor, grace, and mercy."
"I promise to be with you and keep you safe, so don't be afraid."
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Thoughts and experiences of a typical artist living uniquely in an ever-changing world.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Stay the Night
"Because nothing is right being stayed in that place at all. I stayed the night, I left the darkness."
A part of my writing that only remained after accidentally deleting it.
(c) to photo owner
(c) to photo owner
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Grip
those days that we’re together
and even the day we’ve broken each other.
There’s nothing I can do.
There’s nothing I can do.
Even if I can still
remember the memories we’ve shared together,
those smiles and laughters.
Even those nights we spent like forever.
There’s nothing I can do.
Even those nights we spent like forever.
There’s nothing I can do.
I can still hear you
on my head singing my favourite song.
I can still feel your touch running through my skin.
I can still feel your touch running through my skin.
On this rainy night,
I write this poem for the
remembrance of us because on this rainy night,
all I can think of is you.
all I can think of is you.
You who might not even be thinking of me.
The day you held me
again by that cold hand
that once was warm. I froze in sudden moment
that once was warm. I froze in sudden moment
because every single thing flashbacked
that it all seemed to happen just like the other day.
that it all seemed to happen just like the other day.
The grip of our hands
that says to not let go and hold us again.
The look in our eyes that seems to say “stay, I miss you.”
Were all hindered by a sewed mouth.
The look in our eyes that seems to say “stay, I miss you.”
Were all hindered by a sewed mouth.
Yes, I do. I do miss
you but there’s nothing I can do.
So much has changed
in us so also especially in you.
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