As my life goes on and on, I begin to think of a-lot of things, I dream and hope a-lot, to others that don’t knew me well, I’m just an average guy that can do only one thing. little do they know, I have a-lot of thing that I can do, a-lot of knowledge to in part on others.
The weakest part of me is my heart, up front I’m just a guy smiling and telling jokes a-lot but deep inside of me there is this deep part, I hope that someday someone will appreciate that within me and treasure me as to I have treasured them.
To my friends in my school, I’m a catalyst of disaster and luck. I for one don’t know if that’s true, but they say they seen it on me, but when I look in the mirror all I can see is a simple man, with many gifts and knowledge who is not scared to share his world with others but is terrified to loose his loved one’s.
It’s been a while since I wrote something here, in fact I have turned my back on writing for about a year or so on writing, but it end up finding me funny isn’t it, I think me and the pen will be companions for a very long time (chuckle), as I age I begin to realize that everything in this realm happens for a reason, it can be good or bad but still there’s a reason for this stuff to happen.
Some of my friends in my workplace calls me an actor, because I always hide my feelings of pain to the one’s I love hoping that in the process of hiding my shattered heart, I will not hurt them also. call me as you see me fit, as I say to them.
Funny thing about all of this is that I just poured my heart here, so here it goes:
As the sun brightens the sky signaling it to be day and as night left my heart in vain, comes a new day yet my heart still shock from the wages of pain itself, I seen myself in this situation before yet remain I did.
But better is thy night that reaps the day, so forth the night as we stay in our houses and staring at the midst of all, pitch black surrounds us, as one age they understand more than they have before in their youth.
The night is thy ally for in that time, one can simply focus on the things which clouds his mind, or maybe they can just leave it to fate to decide, we for one don’t know what will happen but plunge right in we must, for in the hopes of saving or loving one.
As I wrote the lines above, I’m still puzzled with the things that are going in this life of all of us, is there really a thing called fate? or destiny? I still question this beings or mediums, I just don’t know….
