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I. Knowing you, makes my memories Acknowledging the past, breaks my heart Out of passion, I need you Heave me away from my sins Unless you have abandoned me In remembering God,  You reached out your hand Unsure of the future that is ours Just for you to push me away Unsure of how you feel Never again shall we speak And I hope for you to be pure  Never again a slave to sin That I know can never be full Have all the joys of the world attract Even if you must hate me And I always see you as my light Never again shall we speak In remembering God, Closely entwined in fantasies One and only Let it be Envision a life without you Make me stronger And I hope for you to be pure Yesterday was just a memory Regardless of the outcomes Again I know what must be Best for you to leave me In remembering God, Applying myself to you That itself is wrong Unless you choose to accept Let your name be in my prayers  And likewise Detest me if you will And I'll let it be Within myself, I isolate ...

Can you imagine a world in which people are forced to live, wondering if they can survive the next day? Sometimes, they choose to endure their challenges and hope that some better outcome is at the end of the dark tunnel. They say that if you are hungry and you try to strive for yourself, you are doing it wrong. The world is hungry, of course, but then they started to call you names. They say that you are trying to topple the current order and peace. However, if you have a family, you simply cannot just ignore the fact that you need to feed those who depend on you. Can you imagine yourself being hungry? Can you imagine yourself needing to sell all your stuff just to find money to survive the next day? Well, business is bad nowadays as well. The young cannot find employment, and the older ones are earning little. Some are without jobs, too. Some are just wasting their time as they grow old, waiting to die. There are those who are the lucky ones. They are doing well. They survive but bar...

 

I don’t know if you want to believe that this is a true story or not, but I just feel the need to write this down before I forget it. Well, I am saying that I can forget it because bits and pieces of this memory feel like a dream rather than an actual event that took place, but I am sure, in my heart, that what I felt and experienced was true. I know it was true. I believed in what I saw. I believed in what I felt and experienced. I want it to be true because it confirms to me that I am not some madman or hallucinating. People say that I am hallucinating a lot for some reason. They called me mad. They called me names. Bad names. Words that hurt me deep in the heart like a stab that you cannot heal from. Why am I saying this? Because nobody remembers the incident except me, and I know this sounds cliché, but I can swear to you that this is not from a movie script or anything like that. I mean... As a writer and film director, that credibility seems to be in question all the time if I ke...

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Bossa nova in the background, playing softly but it was playing loudly earlier. I sat down here once again like I did last month and I am looking at the cup of coffee that is not mine. I don't care. I don't want a cup of coffee and I, in fact, skipped breakfast this morning just like yesterday because I am not hungry for some reason. I don't know why I come to this writing space that's provided by the library because I feel that I am not actually writing at all but rather just writing down on my blog because I am not in any mood to write to begin with. I just attended today to see how I can proceed with the facilitation of the event because I signed up to be part of this event. Well, that was last year but I will not be surprised that last year will be repeated again this year. I won't be surprised at all. I have a book with me and I am going to read it soon because I am very bored. I guess I am bored with this concept. I just agreed to help but maybe it can help ca...