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UNTIED SHOES
“Shine your shoes, dear.” Mom said when I was ten years old. I was about to go to school . Life was kind of easy then. It was just you and learning how to shine your shoes because that was what ‘proper and clean was.’
“Do’nt wear highheels, honey.” Dad said when I was 14 years old. I was alone in the house when mom and dad returned from doing grocery. Life was kind of beginning to get tough. I had to learn to fit in; whatever that was.
“Let me tie that shoelace of yours, love” Said my soon-to-be husband. I was 25 years old. We were about to get married. He entered the room and helped me dress up. Life was at its most beautiful. Though my parents did not come.
“Mr. Andrew, you are wearing the wrong shoes!” Gaia shouted at me. I was 35 years old. Tired, I just let my untied shoes be.
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Once upon (Time’s story)
Once, Time fell in love. Oh dear, how absurdly eccentric was her falling in love! As you would probably know, Time was in charge of making sure mortals lived their time in the world meaningfully by her given limit. You must understand though, that Time had a master. The Mechanic.
One day while Time was multitasking, as she always does, giving and taking people’s life back, she noticed a man. A young lad of the wonderful African savanna. An able-bodied man ripe for the excitement of life. And Time stood frozen, because before her, the man was going to end his own life.
Angered, Time went towards the man and shouted “What do you think you’re doing?”
The man looked at Time without any emotions. “I’m ending my life.”
“But..” Time mumbled looking at the man “…but…but you can’t!” Time quenched her eyebrows “You can’t do that!”
“You’re not the master of my soul! You cannot stop me!”
Time was dumbfounded. For she never met a man who does what she does: taking one’s time.
“But that’s my job! Not yours!” Time defensibly shouted. “I’m Time! Not you!”
“Give me reasons to live then.” The man started “And I’ll let you hold my time”
And so Time spent days trying to prove to the man that life is worth living. She showed this by telling the man about ‘timeless things’.
“You live in a world where everything is limited by Me.’ Time said looking at a lion nearby ‘With that said, live your life in search for the timeless things. Things that is beyond me, beyond Time. That is the beautiful challenge the Mechanic gave to you all. To live in a time-bounded world in search of timeless things.” Time looked at the man and was happy to see stars in his eyes. “Tell me,” the man smiled “what are these timeless things?”
“Love is timeless. Friendship is timeless. Hope is timeless.’ Time said.
Time stood up from the green grass ‘I have to go now.’
The man was taken aback ‘You’re leaving!?’
Time giggled. ‘Time never stops for anyone. Except maybe for you, dear friend.’
‘Will you come back?’ the man said very sadly.
‘I am Time. I don’t go back. Only forward. I only move on.’ Time explained. There was a tear in that smile.
‘Is there any way I could see you then?’ the man asked persistently not wanting Time to go.
But she was time. And Time moved on. Time flew. Away.
So the man, this, history does not know, spent his entire life in search for timeless things. And he found all of it. And in his last years, the man created the very first watch. A device that allowed him to see Time everyday. And when his time was done, Time stopped. But she was time, so she moved on.
”Please tie your shoelace, honey.” Mom said when I was five years old. I was in a birthday party and was about to play tag. Life was very easy then. It was just about learning to tie your shoelaces and you could go and venture out the open world.
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Why people are starting to replace people with succulents.
now I can’t speak for everyone but based on my experience, my succulents have saved me from numerous anxiety attacks. My friends are also growing and buying their own succulents and one Sunday morning, I thought about what’s there about succulents that make them so human.
1. they just listen.
2. they don’t need a lot of attention, but they need a big heart
3. they lowkey are out-of-placed from the rest of the plant world like u are
4. they don’t die easily
5. they bud at the most depressing of environment
I guess people are naturally controlling, and having a succulent makes you feel like you’re in control. But they never should be a substitute for human interactions, I guess?
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Hanging succulents.
here’s a new way to garden. Succulents are a beginner’s plant towards gardening, they don’t need that much sunlight and they don’t require frequent watering but they do need, like every other plant, a big heart.
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"Nasaan ang ilaw?"
Nasaan ang ilaw?
Sa simbahang pinapasukan
Sa mga santong batong pinapahiran
O sa mga padreng puti
O sa mga madreng mahinhin
May sinag ba sa mga dilag na humihiyaw
Sa mga taong nangangalak?
Ang labi ba ay labi pa rin kung ito ay magmumura?
sa likod ng takipsilim
Sa hinaharap na bukangliwayway,
Sa umagang hindi dumating,
Ay ang kutitap ng katotohanan
Bat di tinatanggap ang bahaghari?
Sa araw-araw na kinakausap mo'ng batong santo, di ka ba natatakot na baka iyan ay sumagot?
Sa mga kalyeng madumi
Sa mga luhang ayaw umamin
Sa mga murang hindi sinasadya
At sa mga sinasadya lol
Sa loob ng sirang bahay
Sa loob ng mga bahay-aliwan
Sa mga tawang may luha
Sa mga kaibigang hindi umalis
Sa mga welga ng api
Sa martiya ng bahaghari
Sa mga lugar, sa mga tao. Dito at doon.
Sa mga pagkakataong ito,
Sa mga taong ito nakita ko ang ilaw
Dito at doon
sa mga taong biyak
Sa mga taong lumalaban
At hindi sa simbahan
Dito, nakita ko ang Diyos.
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Makisuyo Sa Mga Tala
Ipasuyo nalang natin sa mga tala,
Ang pag-iibigang di inasahang maantala,
Baka sakaling sa kanilang mga liwanag,
Umusbong ang mga araw na hindi na sisinag,
Baka sa kanilang mga kutitap,
Ang isa't isa'y ating mayakap,
Bayaang mga tala ang magpatuloy
Ng tulang hindi naipagpatuloy.
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Blowjob
The little fairy that we are, trust in the things that is most charming and what looks like the gentlest lips. We allow them to blow and blow us up, higher and higher ‘til Orion and Lyca seems but a fingertips away.
The danger of it dear, is when they finally run out of breath and we see everyone gets tired and eventually leave and we fall onto the next breath we try to catch.
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