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Running
Running out of breath
The skies are dim
There's a little fall of rain

Walking
Walking out of the pain
The breeze is cool
There's a little fall of tears

Remembering
Remembering what have been
The memories are clear
There's someone falling

Paced up
Ran again

There are other runners
All are trying

The gray clouds above
The wet grounds below

There are people
All are striving

We're all trying to leave
We're all trying to live

Days go on
Ways move on

It's just another morning
Yes, just another

Early Morning

I woke up and realized I needed to attend to some things. I needed to do things that I am supposed to do. So much requires my time. I have actually committed myself to a lot of engagements. I am being challenged to be someone every now and then. And I am being challenged to be a different-I-am every then and now. I have a wardrobe of masks and costumes that I wear for every circumstance. And sometimes, it just gets tiring. It just gets tiring that the person inside me wants to speak up and stand up and say how I really feel. Of course, that someone is less humane, that's why it's being repressed. And then, I realize that I don't wear masks anymore. I become more and more the person I am showing I am, and then it gets easier along the way, but my feelings don't get better. And, I know that I need more words to get these off my chestsjnlnc jkbaiodnasdkn nvbjfndn


PS,
Don't mind my early morning rants