There comes a time that you are done with listening love songs, reading back those sent email messages or letters from your past relationship that you've been keeping for a long time in your closet right at the bottom of your piled shirts. You've lose the drive of joining and going through social party or cause that you may think you will find that something or bump to someone who can fulfill the missing part of yourself and the very moment you find him you will be fix, undivided and satisfied.
As you going deep, it only bears exhaustion, restlessness even losing that finances you've been saving for a long time and mostly a damaged integrity that you never knew you could do such thing. A disgrace to a borrowed life. You may find happiness, yes, but only a tinge. A happiness that when you blink an eye it was gone.
Your on a dreadful dead end of darkness, tears and loneliness. You loss hope. You are nothing. Your a useless waste.
Until that surreal moment.
Someone picked you up.
Someone picked you up.
Hold you close.
Wiped the last drop of your cry.
Whispered into your ear.
And showed you the right way.
An overflowing questions untold, but who else cares? I am rescued and saved. The amazing eyes of kindness, profound angelic face, comforting warm hug and the holiness of his skin. A wonderful feeling I wont dare to let go.
You found me but the truth was I found you. You are the keeper of my heart. You are my savior. I am in love. Truly, I am in love. I don't want anywhere else. I am in the right place and I am with you. Uh what a wonderful soul a happiness beyond imagination..
These are some of my photos taken years ago. I love nature trip, a laid-back kinda vacation. Those reminds me that i am well loved.
Bintan, Indonesia |
Krabi, Thailand |
Potipot Island, Philippines |
Mt. Pinatubo, Philippines |
Anawangin, Philippines |
Ocean Park, Hong Kong |
Hong Kong, China |
Marina Bay Sands Financial Tower, Singapore |
Mekong Delta River, Vietnam |
Sentosa Island, Singapore |
My relaxing jogging path. |
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