To feel or not to feel. Your Call.

Well, i know i'm supposed to post that love story i've been working on. But i still kinda feel it's a bit to shoddy to be posted up, so still working on it.

Inspirations been kinda like, not coming my way. But here are some quotes that relates to me, since this is victorsheartstories , isn't it? hehe.

Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.




and THIS, i can relate to 100%.

There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.


It's like i'm Little Boy all over again.

Paroxysm is all there is.

Agnes came home.
She took those overdue bills,
stuffed unceremoniously into her mailbox.

She unlocks the rusting iron gate,
that leads to a sty she calls home.
Whiffs of overnight takeover,
she crinkles her nose.

She switches on the light,
but all she see is darkness overwhelming.
She walks through the haze,
stumbling along the way.
She wonders.

She thought she couldn't lose anymore,
how wrong.
First,
her job,
her family,
her income,
her sanity,
and now,
her friends.

She doesn't know where to turn to.
She blindly gropes in the dark.
A slight breeze greets her face.
Semi-concious,
she lets the draft dry her tears.
She wants more.

Suddenly,
the breeze becomes a torrent of air
gushing at her whole body.
She feels so light,
like she's floating.
no, flying.

Then it stops,
an abrupt end.

She paints the pavement,
crimson red.