burdened

no more than we can bear...

then why do my emotions lose control;
why do my eyes not hold in the flood;
why does the pain, the guilt, the regret
feel so unbearable;
why do my muscles ache from strain;
why does this baggage weigh me down;
why do I feel so helpless?

ambition

I have realized that my life is in a constant state of hope.

My mind refuses to focus on the things happening this instant, and instead chooses to constantly look beyond to the second whose fate has not yet been determined.

I am the most excited when I allow it to run far ahead of me, but I often have to hold it back for the sake of actually getting things accomplished.

reiterated

People suck.

routes of love

A group
of friends
who love
each other's
company,
share
the most intimate
life details:
treasured moments
reflected from
glass teardrops,
resounding
from decibels
of laughter.
Pairs form,
bonds tighten,
attractions build
a deeper yearning
to simply be
in their presence.
But friends always
they remain,
for the greatest
friendship
does not
always translate
into the greatest
relationship
if
each faces
an opposing
direction.

painted faces

That thing that is you
that thing that lives inside the face of you
is the true dimension;
the pure essence of the person you display,
and yet it is known so differently to different people,
like colourful sides of a painted polygon
... each side as real as the other
but very few have seen them all.