|She is a warrior sprinter|
|I wanna paint this smile again in my face.|
My blog is wandering like me. I began with blogger then migrated to wordpress then, for now, for no reason, i am migrating to blogger again.
From being a teenager to early adult, I kept diaries which were, eventually, burned down. The link of my past and present turned into ashes. Who in his / her right mind would turn such an evil deed? That, I dont want to discuss.
Bits of memories, still, lingers on. But, not as vivid, anymore, compared to my writings from my past.
Now, I am building memories, again.
I hope, the future will look at me. saying, ” You had a great life!”.
In case you are wondering, my previous blog site was http://http.flyinganemone.wordpress.com/
For an entrance of P25 / pax and cottage rent of P500. Its worth it, I guess.
“A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.” by Kahlil Gibran
She’s back from where she fell.
The cliff was deep. Guarded by thorny vegetation, that, with a single touch from those sharp edges, you will feel an excruciating pain. She knows the danger from the beginning, still, she decided to walk over it.
Yes, she has entertained the thought of walking away, yet, her feet lead her to it. Completely, she ignored the danger sign.
She felt safe at that moment.
An excerpt from my daily mail from Pastor Rick Warren.