We Have What We Needed

WHY DO we eat and need to drink?
Why do we write and need to move the pen?
Why do we walk and need to use our feet?
Why do we feel and need to care?
Why do we stare and need to blink?
Why do we read and need to turn the pages?
Why do we speak and need to be heard?
Why do we live and need to breath?
Why do we love and need to be loved?
Why do we ask and need to be answered?

Too many questions. Too many why’s. Some can even be answered by toddlers. Eat and drink? To digest our food. Write and move the pen? You can’t write even a single letter if you won’t move it. Walk and use our feet? You can’t walk if you won’t use it. Feel and care? You don’t care only if you don’t feel anything. Stare and blink? Try not to blink, nobody can’t stand it. To avoid the eyes from drying. Read and turn the pages? You can’t finish what you’re reading if you don’t turn the pages. Speak and be heard? Nobody wanted to be ignored. We want communication and communication isn’t just talking and talking. Live and breath? To experience life. Love and to be loved? It’s innate in human. Love is innate. Ask and be answered? We wanted to know everything.

But why do things and need things? Why do things and need people?

Because there are things we do that can’t do it on our own. There are things we do and we need others in order us to fulfill it. Yes, we need others.

We need someone who will firmly hold our hand. We need someone who will stay by our side. We need someone’s shoulder to lean on. We need someone to share our happiness with. We need someone to help us carry the sadness. We need someone who understand us. We need someone who will love us unconditionally. We need someone who will let us feel accepted and appreciated. We need someone to make us stronger. Let’s just admit it; we needed someone.

And God gave us what we needed. He had given it even before we needed it. He knows what we’ll need to live here in earth so he gave us them; parents, friends, siblings, relatives, lovers, animals, nature, water, wind, and more. He gave us all kind of people and all kind of things we needed. He gave us different people and things; each we can give different kind of love.

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It’s The LOVE I Know, But It’s Not What I Saw

NO SHARP edges to hurt you,
Never-ending cycle we knew.

Light side –always present,
Yet dark side won’t be absent.

Can’t be composed of only one,
It’s made up of everyone.

Feelings are being shared,
People are being heard.

It’s not about ‘just us’,
It’s not a rush.

It’s not about cash,
It’s not a task.

It’s not about distrust,
It’s not a must.

It’s not about lust,
It never was.

Hard to find where it started,
It never really ended.

It’s love, it’s a circle,
It’s love, it’s a riddle.

It’s the love I know,
But it’s not what I saw.

People made it sharp,
That hurts a heart.

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(picture from Google images)

It’s Past Two AM

IT’S PAST two am and half of the world
is sleeping, they’re in dreamland
some having a good time, some are not.

It’s past two am and half of the world
is wide awake, doing their daily works,
cause it’s not two am in their place.

It’s past two am and here I am doing this
just to fill the boredom while waiting for the time,
the time that will change my life as a student.

It’s past two am and I can’t think
of any other thing to do.

It’s past two am and I think of eating
but it was an absurd thing to do,
at this time of the night.

It’s past two am and the television is still running,
music encompasses my surroundings,
it didn’t care to wake someone up.

It’s past two am and I tried to draw,
but I’m not in the mood.

It’s past two am and I tried to sleep
but my system get used to it;
not sleeping at the time I must be sleeping.

It’s two am and here I am
chatting with my friends
who didn’t think of sleeping too.

It’s past two am, so just to kill the boredom,
here I am again.
Writing. Blogging.
Writing. Blogging.
Writing. Blogging.

It’s past two am…

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She Loves The Rain And You Don’t

IT STARTED to rain. People get their umbrellas to avoid the raindrops, to avoid from getting wet. Some started to run looking for a place nearby to hide from the raindrops, to avoid from getting wet. Some don’t know what to do. Some started to take a ride to avoid from getting wet. Cats and dogs started to run searching for something to use or some place to hide to avoid from getting wet. Birds from different directions started to fly searching for, if not trees then some place to stay to avoid from getting wet.

For that moment, it seems all people, even animals, don’t want to get wet, that’s what they’re thinking; getting wet. Getting wet will ruin them, ruin their day, their clothes, their appearance.

But there is this one girl who, among others, didn’t mind. She watches as the raindrops fall from the sky to the leaves of the trees, to the grasses, to the people, to the rooftop, to earth.

She wanted to feel the touch of the rain. In the middle of that raining, she stayed. She closes her eyes. She felt its touch, its touch seems comforting her. She heard its every drops, its drops seems talking to her. She felt its coldness, its coldness seems hugging her. She opened her eyes and started to run. She runs in circles, arms wide open, through the rain; hugging it, feeling it, appreciating it, letting the water lingers on her skin. A smile was formed in her face, a smile of sadness with appreciation. It was great, really.

If one is watching her right at that moment, they will not recognize the sadness that encompasses her. They will not notice the tears running down her face. They will not see the remorse in her eyes. They will never know that the smile in her face was a smile of sadness.

She loves the rain for it loves her back. It protects her. It makes her happy. It comforts her. It talks to her. And most, it hides her feelings. She felt the safety under the rain. People hate it but always will she loves it.

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