choose

making decision, picking one another.

choosing what's best for you.

choosing from heart and desire

will break your heart.

think about avoiding heartbreak

will make you feel uninsured and unsatisfied.

but people tends to choose to fill

their heart and desire, getting their heart

breaks sooner than they think..

avoiding a heartbreak will create massive

damage for the innocent one. the one who

give you everything. willing to do anything.

love.

it is a dangerous matter.

it will kill you,

or the one that love you.

stay away from it.

if you're not ready.

piece of us

thank you.

the cycle

seed become plant,

plant grows flower,

flower produce fragrance,

fragrance makes happiness.

but nothing last forever.

fragrance loosing it scent,

flower drying up,

the plant look like dying,

all that left is the root.

but, if someone know how to

take care of the root,

the plant will grow again,

even better,

it will bloom until it can

spread their seeds to other places.

so does love.

candy

candy.sugar.sweets.

everybody love them.

they are sweet,

make you smile,

produce glucose,

sometimes it good for you.

but too much of it,

will also cause trouble,

tummy ache, head ache,

cavities and even worse,

diabetes.

so do love.

a right amount of it,

will make you happy,

smile, and fee like you're

on top of the world..

too much of it will kill you,

from inside out.

chapter 3 - bloom

fresh soil, water and bowl,

the small tree now grow a blooming flower,

the fragrance pervade the whole room,

invade a small feeling,

love so they called.

love toward the flower,

so do the tree, the leaf and the stem,

including the root and shoot,

making the cracked on bowl almost invisible,

so do the scratch, scars and the wounds.

happily taking care of the tree,

preoccupied with trimming it,

forgetting about the light,

making life divinely precious once again.

chapter 2 - small tree

the bowl used to be empty and cracked,

but now its filled with vapor,

bit by bit, vapor became water,

fill the bowl slowly and carefully.

the seed now became a small tree,

it producing a smeary liquid,

that capable to patch the cracked bowl.

impressed by the small tree's ability,

it now have been transfered into the bowl,

perfectly and beautifully fit,

it became a perfect decoration in a room.

the water that used to be in the bowl

now being absorb by the small tree,

keeping it alive and producing the air,

the room now fill with fresh air.

chapter 1 - the seed

from the tears that fall down through my cheeks,

trying to cope the overwhelming sadness,

reaching hope and trying to gasp through the shimmering fading light,

but fall hardly and fail to catch what's suppose to be mine.

on the ground hopeless and helpless,

with scratch and scars all over the body,

try to endure the pain by plastic smile,

looking for cure that would heal the wounds.

walking alone, looking around and thinking,

noticed a seed that lying there all along,

it's just a seed that will develop as a tree.

keep it close, hoping that the seed will grow,

be a tree that would be help me to reach the missing light.

all the care and attention were turn to the small seed,

focusing it to grow and help to reach the sky,

the seed grow, producing an air,

that heal the old scratch and scars.

addicted to the seed's air,

the light were forgotten,

wanting the seed for more,

craving that the seed would be more than a seed.