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..this is me in between.

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Balintuna

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June 26th, 2008

While I am Asleep

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Now I know

That in the end, there can only be you

You are my air, I breathe you every moment

And so you are my life and my soul

Without you there can only be death

It is you that I constantly seek

You are here

But still I long for you

I have always loved you and always will

Let me follow you

So that wherever you go, I might go

If you leave me

I will forever look for you

For you have taught me love

You have taught me how to love

For you I laugh and I weep

I dance and fly

For you I am awake and wait

For you I die to myself

Because of you I am reborn

I love you, it is you that I love

For if it were not so, I would know of nothing else

You are my forgiveness and my passion

And my hope and redemption

All my being is found in you

June 16, 2008

April 17th, 2008

..thank you kuya Patrick for the song =)

Breathe Me
Sia

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me



Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

April 9th, 2008


Writer's Block question (a no-brainer for me): 

...What have you lost that you wish you still had?



My innocence.

 

February 12th, 2008

..January 09.  One year after my night fell.

Me:  You said that how much I hurt shows how much I have loved.  If that holds true, then I have loved to much.

K.:  Yes..but hush.  All is going to be well, at the right time.  And you will know that time.  And love, it is independent of the end...Someday, someone will come and make sense of the past. =)

February 9th, 2008

Prologue

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How has love become so scarce? 

...Remind me again.


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