"Sometimes, when you fall, you fly."

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I'm afraid of jumping off the cliff. I'm afraid that if I do, I'd bump my head on a stone. I'm scared of falling but I'm craving for it. I'm craving for the rush, the adrenaline, the high and the absolute freedom one feels on mid air. But falling is dangerous, taking that leap from the tip of the cliff is dangerous. Nothing is absolutely and irrevocably safe.

Taking that huge leap and actually embracing the moment bruised me in more ways than one. Walls were built, doors and windows were locked and the air felt stale. Nothing about it was wrong but nothing felt right either. I bumped my head, broke some limbs and bruised my arms and legs. That's way falling is dangerous. That's why I don't jump off the cliff and live the moment of utter bliss.

Somehow, someone is pushing me off the cliff and someone from down below screams my name, waiting for me to take the jump and just let go of everything -- every possible burden and every possible reason of not wanting to jump. I can feel that someone's hand on my back, pushing me and pushing me until I fall. Though I was afraid and hesitant, I did not stop him. I let him push me. I let him let me fall. But here's the twist: I may have jumped but I have not fallen. Not yet.

TTFN.

"it's the way we touch, it soothes me,

it's the way we'll always be..."

-Oliver James

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A surge of emotion comes through me, a feeling i could never understand. There you are standing right in front of me beaming me that smile of yours i'd recognize from a mile or so. There you are statuesque as ever. You came into my life like a gush of wind -- so powerful yet so beautiful at the same time.

I don't want to speak of love nor am i sure that it is love that i feel. but one thing i know for sure, every time you are near, i catch my breath; and every touch, and every kiss on the cheeks and every hug, i want to savor for as long as i can remember. the smile i've been trying to hide, i cannot any longer. i cannot contain these emotions anymore.

You have given me hints but never could i decipher them. you are a blur to me -- a mystery i could never solve for you never talked about your life as i always talk about mine for you always wants to know my past and as well as my future.

It's the simple things you do that makes me smile, whether it's the carrying of my bag or closing the car door; those kind gestures i could never forget. but this is what i am afraid off, those were only kind gestures and nothing more. i am afraid of jumping into conclusions again but luckily for me, this uncertainty i am feeling closed me off from feeling something strong. 

it has always been vague between you and i. i am finding it hard to see pass the light but if this continues on, i believe the world will probably know the greatest story ever told. 

TTFN    

-Sylvia Voirol

anger, pride, resentment -- powerful emotions suppressed in three different bottles. three very strong emotions bursting to break free -- seeking for peace, calmness and joy. but all of that remains fiction. they couldn't be released due to the powers they withhold. still trapped in a bottle, still stored in a closet, still hopeless for freedom.

the sunlight's ray bursted through the window, a gush of wind caused the trees to dance, making its leaves fall out of the branches. the sky so blue, making it more marvelous as the clouds appeared in the horizon. and then there was happiness. there was tranquility and the world looked so beautiful once again.

but if the sun exist, so does the rain, lightning, thunder and storm. dark clouds covering the powerful sun, making it dark and gloomy. droplets of rain came falling down from the then blue sky. people running away from the water -- as if it's going to melt them out of existence. the sound of thunder suddenly made the heavens so loud. like a boulder being smashed by a hammer. and then out came sadness accompanied by anger. with the two of them working hand in hand, the world could never looked so dark, so evil. it's as if it never attained peace and beauty never existed.

as the rain clouds passed and the thunder gone, a rainbow showed up from the sky. seven beautiful colors -- making each one beautiful than the other. seven beautiful colors that works together and doesn't contradict one another. the rainbow, like in the war, serves as the white flag. then there was balance and everything else is restored.

TTFN.