We love the flip-sides

We enacted as grown-ups when young, and now that we are, we wish we are small.

In delight, we impersonated riding a cycle and a car, now that we own one yet miss those things which gave us pure joy.

We dreamt of achieving great things when had no state, now did we accomplish we desire the reverse position.

From loud laughter to just smiles, pencils to pens, mail to e-mails, no stamps to imprinted attires, and cradle to grave we love the flip-sides.

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A listening diary

A written refuge to all my smiles, tears, whine and rage. For not arbitrated never did I reckon to record my deepest emotions. Will be my forever possession to embrace coz I'm grateful for the aid I received especially through my hardships and shortcomings. For now, I have reached its final pages I feel pathetic and helpless. I'm short of words at this very end for this journey of two years, have been incredible. Hence, all I just wanted to do is appreciate and acknowledge. THANK YOU! This word isn't enough though. P.S. This is for you Arlo !

A misguided Journey

It was Friday the 13th when Jade visited the graveyard, a place of buried secrets and unbroken silence. The zephyr seldom assured a comforting company in her loneliness. However, more often, it was her pulsating heart that vehemently whispered into her ears of fear and anxiousness. It was only a few hours before the anticipating sun could engulf the shallowness of the night. She took a deep breath, swiftly strode to the entomb engraved "Jade." She knelt, gently placed her senseless hands on the grave, and mourned in reticence a final goodbye to her earthly remains.

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