I hold strong to the words of the great John Paul II. The incarnate spirit, that it is thru actions that abstract things are given meaning, that it is thru man’s action that a concept is given significance, that a symbol’s potential meaning is realizes and in relation to that a CHOICE ONLY BECOMES VALID ONCE YOU HAVE LIVED IT OUT. To say yes or to say it is you are mere words, easily broken, easily escaped. Words that thru time can cease to exist and be a sad memory of the hope it once held and gave.

Sight causes pain and so I have realized. The slightest glimpse even from the corner of your eyes has given me immense pain and a gut feeling I have not felt for years. My sight has become so sensitive to events and scenarios bound to hurt me that I have chosen to stay away or live in darkness. Yet as if to annoy me darkness blinds me not from pain. The absence of light dims not what the mind chooses to see and romantic silhouette and sweet shadows feed my mind with sorrow and sadness and squeeze me heart of the joy it had.


All I could do was watch and hope the end was near. Helpless and meek all I could do was sigh, then smile then turn around. Look up at the sky and wish I could shed a tear or two to rid myself of a bit of pain. Till when will I wait, when is the end…no opportunity to express, no venue to grow..yet I hold on to words though seemingly hopeless and dire and against principles I hold so strong. I’ll wait, I’ll endure, I’ll fight

From one of the song from rent:

You’ll be my king and I’ll be your castle, No... you’ll be my queen and I’ll be your moat..

I’ll cover you…..