What is the beauty in grief?
To every time realise that you were real.

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The opportunity of another second in life is the mystery of life.

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It’s all a game of agains.

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Of late, I have been fond of dark places.
Often times, it is where I remain,
where I thrive from all the resentment,
from where I peek to get a glimpse of the light everyone’s talking about,
to wonder if I could sneak a little and fit in,
to rip my soul out and to wear a costume,
a costume seeming to be warm and cozy,
I can dance and jump around as it eats my skin,
nonetheless, I enjoy the sound freedom of what I seemingly wanted,
But in a jiffy, all again, I run back to my neck of the woods of zero photons.

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Why! Why? Why. Why, Why…

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Saturday, 6.45am

Early in the morning, by the beach, I see the sunrise.
One more day?
I look around. Some wanting a new day, some didn’t. Some got a chance to see one, some didn’t. Some expecting another, some didn’t.
So what does a day mean to me?
It is to look around, feel things differently and flutter away, wait! and to……

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I asked the universe “why do I keep failing over and over and over again?”
Universe replied “Because you wanted a marvellous life, and marvellous people make a remarkable journey, and a remarkable journey is built on epic failures, and epic failures show your resilience, and the resilience builds courage, and when you live a courageous life you give purpose to live, and to the living, and to me”

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The right time takes time.

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Yet another pitch-black night in an empty bedroom,
there’s a ray of light for a maiden wailing in her bed made of rose wood.
As she sobs, her feet go numb and her nose clogged,
for she knows, she will face the world yet again with her puffy eyes, vision-clear.
Her feet and nose ain’t giving up,
So does her land and the air.
For she knows, the sun will rise and-
And the ray of light shall widen and engulf her.
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It’s okay to start late, the point is to start.

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