risa story

could we run away for some days? i'd love to see the world from the lover's eyes..

need to humble enough.. listen to wishes and dreams of others.. connect and recreate put my heart into it.. and they help me to make my wishes come true.. put their hearts into them.. keep moving even though i almost give up this beauty is beyond my knowledge.. they talk about our humanity and love..

little thing is not, never, forgotten,, the way, how sunshine and wind kissed my hair.. was weeping and crying like a kid maybe i was wrong, not listening to believes or cultures.. but the feeling lingers, stays with me.. enrich each and every part of my cells..

every atom belonging to you, belongs to me.. Walt Whitman

maybe hate is not an exist exact feeling.. there is a hollow in mine.. dark one.. when i could not touch my humanity where i lost respect to my own ups and downs, and others and whenever I forget to love.. hate will move in and stay

yes, i have flaws.. and they create thousands wings.. i figure out that now i don't have name or image.. memory or wishes.. but i could soar to place with no name.. the secrets of love

no complicated things to be understood.. still like others, we make our plans.. knowing that like others, we have this fear of losing each others.. try very hard to remind ourselves.. life is our journey here.. and beyond that.. it is love and us..

i prefer to be a good listener.. a very diligent one and strong enough.. when ever i listen from you.. emotions, feelings, thoughts..clearly or not.. they are reflecting back to me as mine.. maybe it is true, that i do listen to myself through you..

funny to see how we eagerly show only the good and positive sides of ours.. hide the negative ones.. mistakes may not dust this sacred, but could be superficial, humans for me learned from my falls and mistakes i couldn't touch sky.. when insisting that i have wings.. because wings are given...

i am just one of another me formed and created by culture, believes..knowledge.. when ever i look into this vast ocean.. or sky above.. or simply your eyes.. my reflection bounces back.. the peace, love.. and me,  are whispering... thanks so much for experience these..

crazy enough questioning myself.. have so many why's get so tense and cringe when doubts with me.. unluckily i do turn my focus on you.. the same why's in the middle of this commotion.. i need to say.. c' mon don't take myself too seriously.. i need a break.. baby, i'll make hot coffee latte for us!

need to open my heart.. so i could see...not through this complicated me.. and i am holding your hand.. you are always welcomed to see what i see...

you could borrow my sights so you could see what i feel when ever and where ever i miss you..

life is abundance.. and love is accepting life and you..

admit this..that i do need you..

culture, community, people..they love talking about limitations.. exact things that have to be done.. my yes or no..the signs and path.. i have tendency, not believe in them.. i believe in life..

so close make myself easily to read.. you keep quiet.. i am questioning all. and watching you sleeping... make me watching my fears.. i am nothing and easily get nowhere.. addicted to find the answers of my stay here.. God,... love stubbornly gives me more wings...