What’s the point of having a big house if there’s only echo filled in every space. Beautiful from the outside but lifeless from the inside. I prefer to have a small house and fill it with communication and the sound of laughter. Things we have, should’ve be given a life with our touch and energy. In this context, a house must be alive in order for us to call it home. Just a thought from my trouble mind.
Category Archives: Journal
War of Love
Thought for the day…..
You can’t never win when you’re at war with love -Jess
Writer Becomes Reader
As a writer, I must admit that I only write. But I never read things that I wrote. In this context I mean, I never tried to understand what has been written. Most of the times I write about feelings and motivation but I don’t realize that those words were actually meant for me to read. It’s time for me, a writer to change my position to be a reader. This thought was inpired by my mom Violet. I love you sweets!
Fear
Sometimes we think we’re strong by keeping ourselves busy to distract us from thinking about the pain. But we’re actually denying the truth that we’re hurt inside. Sometimes we need to swallow the ego and face the pain. Grieve as long as we want and cry if we have to, let it all out. It’s the only way to move on, otherwise we’ll be stuck with memories forever.
Reminiscing
I wish to write a story
About you and me
But no word
Could ever defined
The beauty of us
Perhaps……
I bury everything
In the crypt of our memories
Because I’m scared
To face our history
It’s like digging the wound
And I’ll bleed here alone
For my remedy
Has long gone
Lies silently in you
-Jess
Blind Judgement
Where is civilization when we still execute someone with our blind judgement?
Broken Interlude
Once I made you laugh
And I carved you a smile
But now everything is tough
When we distanced ourselves for miles
Don’t know what went wrong
Maybe it’s you or maybe it’s me
Either way I can’t be that strong
If you choose to be my enemy
Just give me a reason to believe
That we’re still on the same boat
Otherwise, just let me grieve
If you choose no to stay afloat
We used to talk about hope
And led us to make a promise
But now we should learn how to cope
Because we could never have that kiss
-Jessa
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