October 3, 2017


It’s six o’ clock in the evening, and I’m thinking of her. How she heals me. How she makes me happy. How she makes me smile. How she makes me feel like life’s worth living.

There’s a setting sun landing on a leaf that reminds me of her. That reminds me of a love. A hope. A joy. A peace that I’ll be dying valiantly knowing that I have loved and made memories with this woman whom I greatly shared my sufferings with.

I couldn’t thank the universe enough for bringing this woman into my life. She was created to be kissed, loved, and given flowers every day. And that’s probably all I can do while I still have time.



When both a girl and a boy finally lets go of each other because they know they’re not meant for each other—that’s a tragic moment for them. Millions of stars will die. Thousands of planets will sigh. Hundreds of shooting stars will ask lots of whys every time they pass by this planet. And a parallel universe will cry over the sad result in this universe.

But despite the dismay of the celestial wonders—mother nature will celebrate their loss like how flowers bloom in spring. Because mother nature knows that once a boy lets go of a girl, and a girl lets go of a boy—they’ll eventually grow from their temporary sorrow.

That’s the moment when a boy becomes a man, and a girl becomes a woman.

Confessions of a Wallflower, page 211

Where From Here?


I ask myself this question a thousand times a day as I plan my next move or as I dream about the future.


Where from here?


I close my eyes and see everything I want.

And then I open my eyes and see that I am so close to wanting nothing at all.


I am anxious that I may fail as a writer.

I am anxious that my words aren’t good enough.


Where from here?


I choose the path that’s closest to my heart.

My heart is my compass, and my heart is all I’ll ever need.



Where from here?


In this journey called life, it’s important to just focus on the road ahead. The past is the past, and there’s no need to travel back to it.

It’s all about the future and the present moment.

It’s all about the powerful act of moving forward that’s necessary to live a lovely life.


Where from here?


The clock is ticking; I must make my choice.

Sometimes the best choice is to choose nothing at all.

Sometimes nothing is everything because anything becomes possible.


Where from here?


I don’t know.

I don’t know.


I want to be everywhere.

I want to experience all the multitudes in me.


Where from here?


I am tired.

I am broken.


Sometimes being lost is how we find our path.

Sometimes nowhere seems like a better destination than somewhere.

Fool’s Paradise


I gave her the kind of love that I read in books. I wrote her letters. Took her to parks. Kept photographs of her. Went to late night drives with her under the stars. Fantasy was all I could really give her.

Confessions of a Wallflower, page 143