The Music in me...

I want to write songs…I just had this aching today, I always have words borrowed from other people’s pain, why can’t I write my own when everyone learns and smiles with the things that I can do and with the things that I learn from…I am speaking to my head again, smiling, the vanity in me, now it makes me laugh…it makes me appreciate the artists that helps me cope, the voices that draws me, the lives that even my life lives…makes me realize that we are all the same…in words, in art…god I love the beauty that pain creates…

See I told you sadness is beautiful, it makes you create…look at the angel, she was able to create a prose not in her language when I left, look at the other one who was not meant for me, she also wrote a poem about the moon, that I was the moon and she offered it to me…it makes me so fulfilled, maybe that is my role and mission in life, to be the moon that shines on them, to be the flame to ignite their desires, even if it burns and falls right through me, I use it for me as well…look at the moon that hovered on me for a month and broke my heart, she made me write a 44 page story that all my friends appreciated…thank you to all of you…you touched my heart in more ways than one…everyday its filling up the holes…now I have to continue and light the rays of my flame so I can continue to inspire others and for me to fly away to another dimension…diwata…yan ang aking misyon…so to the other diwata na mahilig umindak…sumunod ka at wag malunod…ganyan tayo, lumilipad paitaas upang iwan lahat at wag bumulusok…