real world, it is!

I never thought being in the “real” world could be this real hard… Doing things you ought to do, yet secretly wishing you could still do the things you really wanted to do, be with the people you wanna be with and just be the person you used to be.

I never thought being in the “real” world could be this real confusing. Not real sure of the way life chose you to head to, yet dying to just stop for a while and choose to stop heading always to something…sometimes.

But I never thought that being in the “real world could also be this real exciting and real fulfilling and real fun and something I never ever wanna exchange with anything else in the world. This is the real life that taught me, teaches me and will still teach me so many more lessons I’ll be welcoming with open arms.

So, hey there real world, come on up, let’s get going!

I'm okay

I was given so much of it. Given too much of it. Too much for me to handle, I thought…

I wasn’t prepared, I thought.

I’m weak. Alone.

I cried, I questioned, I doubted, I hated, I gave up, I disbelieved. But I pulled through. Been strong all along, never thought I could be… And now everything’s okay. Though some things are unclear and unsure, I’m okay. I’m happy. I’m home.

missing someone named "myself"

I miss the morning dews, the sparkling mists, the summer air, the mysterious sunset...

"She's lost."

I miss the sleepy moon, the dazzling stars, the ever-beautiful nightsky, the never-ending lonely night,

"...in the middle of nowhere"

I miss the breaking dawn, the cold morning breeze, the enchanting sunrise, the heavenly chirping, the brand new day

"...can't seem to find her way back"

I miss her. When she's poetic. When she's inspired. When she's the sweetest of the sweetests. When she's dreamy. When she's laughing and flying and dancing in the clouds.

I miss her. When she does what she loves. When she rides with her imagination. When she only believes the magicals. When the reality doesn't matter. When the spells and pixie dusts and abrakadabras vanish her worries away. When wishing wells are everywhere..

I miss her when she's dreaming that way again...

jung arteha pose! :D