To move on doesn’t mean to stop hurting

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cebu, climb, dalaguete, Henriette Cartajena, mountaineering, osmena peak, trekking

It could mean as simple as moving.

Freedom to move, moving to freedom

Keep moving.. Keep moving on…

If I had a line to heaven

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forever, love, luna, lunatic, meditation, moon, universe

The moon is our messenger; he will follow us forever

People live with pain

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happiness, life, moving on, nature, outdoors, pain, travel

I will be a living testament that people can live with pain and still be happy.

To live is to hurt and to hurt is to live. And that is completely fine.

When you fall, smile for the camera 😀

Confusions of a russian doll

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confusion, irony, poem, poetry, words

I was rather confused this early afternoon.
Didn’t know if i was lost or was just wandering
If i was lonely or just free
If i felt insufficient or just fine with walking away
If i was easily replaceable or a regrettable miss
If i was desired only as a crown or was just a well-packaged fraud
If i was chaos or just an intricate poem
If i was disillusionment or just a russion doll,
endless.

Why mom?

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bird, freedom, letting go, like a bird, parent, parenting, raising a child

Like a bird.
Photo by: Jeff Lord

Calm, pulsing pain

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alone, company, lonely, missing, poem, red shoes, shoes, words

On this particular night, I heard my every step.
And my only company were these red shoes.
My feet won’t let me walk any farther towards home
because I can’t bear to see myself even  more alone.
On this particular night, I miss you with a calm, pulsing pain.
And the thread of hope left inside
slithers and leaves a tear in every place.

Keep on, even if you limp

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keep on, limp, move on, pain, pride, self love

Her legs are not of the same length;
her feet, not the same shape.
But she plucks her eyebrows all the same, and got a nice clip on her hair.
She keeps on, she keeps on.

Why shall we unwrite us?

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broken wing, butterfly, death, life, life cycle, love, regret, tragedy

I saw her blooming, broken, and dead. I can’t not write about her.

“Hold on when you get love, so you can let go when you give it.”

I’ll walk on in peace, because I gave my all. Please do the same.

Wiser every mourning

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dream, love, mourning, nightmares, wish, words

Create a dreamy afternoon, the sun melting a tangerine sky; on your feet is fine sand becoming finer with every bitter-sweet rendezvous with confusing waves.

The people stare at your open back baring inked skin and no longer toned physique.

They also stare at his piercing eyes of confidence, of holding onto this moment with you. He knows it will go by as fast as you came into his friendly little hometown.

Picture out the night you got there and the bars that you would hop about; the smell of beer and the men who think they’re living the life, and the women who don’t know why they are fucked up.

Draw in your mind the music that will make you stand. And you both will dance because not a pair of eyes could tell that you are victims of time, criminals of the law.

Sculpt very well the touch of his hands as he drags you out to watch the stars he booked just for you. Tonight the clouds take leave to make you fall even more in-love.

Hug him and fear the dawning of the reality. Believe him say that he’ll do something.

Create this dreamy paradise and visit it every night-mare;

and your heart shall become wiser every mourning.

Join me when you’re strong

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future, love, love and timing, past, relationship, strong, timing, waiting

Can’t help but take a photo of this little boy sitting in front of me in the jeep, who had a nice mixture of tired-adult look in his eyes and the i-care-not comfy-ness of a kid.

Don’t rush darling, love is a matter of timing.

I grow strong when you are weak
So can you just be weak?
I’ll be gone before you know it.
So love me before I’m gone.
It could have been the best journeys
of our ironic lives
but the Universe was quick to say no,
and go
your separate ways.

A whole lifetime stretches ahead of us
The road is long before the next.
When you look back for me,
Don’t.
I may be the road you’re walking on,
the light that gives you life,
And the tomorrow that you promised yesterday.
If you’d want to look back for me,
Walk on,
So you may join me when you’re strong.