Desperate

This is a desperate call. 

If you ain't giving me one, I'll be force to get one myself.   

Don't say I didn't warn you people. 

Shake it off

Gotta shake off the unnecessary loads. ( cellulite included   )
Gotta detach myself from the cruel work world.
Gotta sit here and watch Poseidon bow before a goddess.  

Oh yeah.  This is Olympus.

Just something

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential.

Perfect.

EVERYDAY

Everyday, Lord I learn to stand upon your word. 
And I pray that I might come to know you more. 
That you would guide me in every single step I take.
That EVERYDAY I can be your light into the world. 

It is best to hold hands and stick together.

:)

Realidad

I dunno if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.

lazy.tuesday.madness.

lazy.tuesday.madness.

Note to self:  At least allow your cells to regenerate even at daytime. harhar.

The Moon at its full /06-27-10

the moon at its full after yesterday's downpour.

Something to look forward to each night outside my window. Something to remind me that, being the earth's only satellite, it is way sadder to be pinched forever in the sky, be adored from the distance, and be dependent on someone else's warmth.

at dusk

The silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God's
secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose
roots suck the body's elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the
agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty,
and death have performed.

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.

Lapu-lapu Shrine, May 2010

My windows ache

So i will wait for you like a lonely house till you come back again and live with me.

Until then my windows ache.

:(

Time does not bring relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

PAINT

PAINT

CREDIT TO KATHLYN GRACE NAVALE

SKETCH

SKETCH

CREDIT TO KATHLYN GRACE NAVALE

Vanity is not deadly =))