LOVESICK AVENUE

Al mio amore,

for how much is the worth of memories if it is not being shared nor being cherished? true, not all memories are of what we dream of or what we want. but then, behind all these memories lies a hidden story of which could not be told if not for these memories. a story that ticks the mind to think what if one had done or had chosen another path. a story that have endless possibilities.


each possibilities brings about another endless possibilities. this carries on till there is no end. so where is this fate that people keep talking about? i see fate as a creation of humans. we write our own fate, we decide what we should do. its only the chances that happen sometimes that we are not able to do what we had planned.


as a person who holds to religion, at times i do argue with myself, my denial self. i try to deny everything about God planning everything for us. i mean, i do agree that God himself has planned everything for us. but what he plans is actually the end. as in what will be of us, who will we get married to and such. but in between then and then, we decide on our own. we choose who we love, what we study, what we work as.


im not sure if im making any sense,
Lovesick Avenue



Goodbye Bonda