YOU

When you've been walking for a long time, you forget how it feels to fly. But, all it takes is one giant leap of faith... and you realize you still know how to flap your wings and soar like an eagle.

After picking up the pieces and putting them back together, the cracks are almost negligible that you have to squint to see them. Amazingly, superglue works wonders. And this time, you know how fragile it is, so you're careful not to hand it over to someone who has a habit of carrying too many things at the same time.

He's turned my mourning into dancing again, He's lifted my sorrows. And I can't stay silent, I must sing for His joy has come :) My kite is flying high, and the string tension is just right. :D

I am happy.

Yun lang. Hahahaha!!! :D

Mahal ako ni Lord :D

This post isn't really something profound, or inspirational, or dramatic. Masaya lang ako talaga so I have to write. :D I am so excited that I'm having a hard time typing. :D I can't wipe off the smile on my face. :D I can't sleep at night thinking about... stuff :D I am so happy I can just.... screeeeeeeaaaaaaaaammmmm :D But I can't because people might think I'm crazy. But I really am already :D If you're my friend, you know how I get when I'm excited :D

I am super happy, and super excited, to see YOU :D

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! :D

This entry is full of :D HAHAHA! :D

Because I have no Internet (last night)

Before leaving work for home, I was left with a question. And it left me thinking about more questions I don't know the answer to. I almost missed my stop.

Have I really turned cynical, doubtful, skeptical, trusting no one? Get too close and my walls automatically close on me, my defense mechanisms in 5th gear. Mind over matter. Brain over heart.

I've read somewhere that love is like a kite. Wisdom is the string tugging on romance, keeping check if it's flying too high. Use your heart too much and it's like cutting your kite's string. You either soar high but without a course (and eventually land on some unknown terrain), or you come crashing down. Use your brain too much and you miss the thrill of soaring.

The sky is clear, perfect day for flying kites. But the sudden gusts of wind scare me.