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If one day she shall see herself in the mirror contented and smiling, then it has surely been born.
It wasn't how her hair parted nicely between the front and back of her shoulders, or how it looked so smooth against the sunlight, because she knew those things never existed.
typoglycemia.
the alpha and omega.
my focus is You.
Agape: There's nothing more beautiful in her life than His love because nothing, not her past mistakes, not her own selfish desires, and not even her death can separate her from it.
Eros: At least once, everyone has deceived theirselves that they have finally known what it's like to love and even though no one would believe, not even herself, she is no exception.
In her heart, he'll always have a throne; a seat of power controlling her every emotion.
A few feet below where you stand lies a girl's decaying corpse with worms slowly eating her flesh away but her soul is in eternal bliss far far away reaching out to you hoping you'll take it and dance with her 'til eternity.
Her world is like a snowglobe wherein a tiny snowball stands for her self that when the snowglobe, her world, is shaken, she is forced to move around and around, up and down, always changing directions but never breaking out of the glass ball until the impulse diminishes to nothing, and she falls down and settles once again at the bottom with her kind.
They were once melodies scattered and floating apart from one another 'til her hands and ears collected them and put them together in a box for them to blend with one another, and to create the most beautiful piece she'd ever listened to.
Who would've thought that there truly exists a season when you start reflecting on who you have been, what you have done, and where you desire to go?
Things have changed and things don't look how they seemed to be when she could only see a little over the table but it doesn't matter and it will not matter because she will always love the people closest to her heart no matter how far time brings them apart.
The moment she woke up, fear had already taken hold of her heart and she almost lost it 'til she gathered all her courage and crushed her nightmare's lasting memories.
She has the faintest idea if it exists but let her tell you one thing: all she wants is to live and to leave a legacy, no more no less.
You have shown and constantly given me perfect love even though I am but a speck of dust compared to Your vast and incredible character and so, I love You indeed.
Maybe a considerable time (15 years, sir) of her whole life has just passed or maybe only a day is left of it, but her life is not yet whole.
It was never something that when mentioned, memories of it will come rushing into her mind and all those first feelings (first jumping for joy, first scared to death, first shattered heart, and so on) will return and she'll instantly be feeling nostalgic wanting to bring it back to life because her childhood, as so she thinks, can never be compressed into one sentence..
..but into one word, hers.
Under the trees with the cool wind brushing her tired and weary legs, she was running, breathing deeply, focused on reaching the end.
Because I am inspired by Leona and Angie (though I am sure they don't know that they have), I shall take up a 30-day challenge.
I shall update more often now. I hope.
It will be the thepaperdollspeaks thirty-day challenge from onion patch petunia.
Also, I will post my filipino poem tonight. I think. I hope.
School bell just rang.
I end this post.