Eagle Without Wings

They taught me how to fly
when things we're better off for me
and I soared high above
when they were very much expect me to be.
I was proud and confident
the world was below my feet.
I thought things would never end
but alas!
a very strong wind blew me off course.

And I fell on the ground,
tumbled like a dead trunk.
They never taught me how to land,
much more how to survive a crash-land.
The fall broke my wings
and left me big gaping wounds.
My heart is beating, I yearn to survive.
my spirit wants me to fly,
but no matter how I try to flap
my wings,
I still cannot leave the ground,
the once proud bird I was
is no more,
soul-empty, dignity loss
in front of everyone

I have become an eagle without wings.

Isn't She Beautiful?

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She's my ex... and my first lover.

We lasted for 6 months, spanning the last months of my academic life. We were ok, but compared to the relationships after her, ours were more of an experimental rather than serious.

I know, I had a lot of shortcomings.

She was the one who took responsibility of our relationship. I had a lot of complains about her, while she endured many unorthodox features our relationship had. I did a lot of nasty things behind her back, most of which, I can't imagine myself doing today to Phanks.

I tried our to be different, but sometimes the tested will always be the one to prevail.

I know, I have a lot of regrets.

If only I exerted more efforts to understand her, perhaps we have lasted little bit longer. If I loved her just the way I love(d) those who followed, perhaps we're engaged today.

If I held on... if I had already incorporated the system I am using today, if I was already mature that time

Perhaps, my life would have been easier.

A lot of things would never have happened.




I might not have become a PLU at all.