Serenity of Mornings -:-

I like mornings. I feel that I am more happy in this stretch of the day. When most beings are still sleep, when the sun has yet to shine her smile, when the air is still cool and refreshing. The stillness, but with occasional cars passing by, depending where you are staying, makes me easier to focus my thinking. I guess then, it's not a wonder, if most of my blogs came by in the mornings.

Yeah, some people might think that it's very weird to have a twenty something person to wake up so early in the morning, when she doesn't have to. This is but old people's habit, in a way, forcedly develop habit. Insomnia. I dont have it, so do not wonder.

Maybe it's in the character and the environment around me, now and before, which cultivated my preference of this time of the day. Before, when I was a student, waking up early was a normal thing, as we had to go to school quite early in the morning, just to minimize the traveling time and also to make sure all of us would be on time. Then when was stuck trying to get scroll of education, waking up early became an option, as I wanted to be alone and not be minded by the sounds of laughter in the hall way, or chattings, or screamings. I guess, that really kind develop the habit of waking up early to do my things. While the world is sleeping away.

I like the feeling of slowly seeing the world around you illuminate. It's a nice feeling, a wonder which will sweep across me. I'd think that another day is here, some more hours presented to you to make your most, or your worst. sometimes, I would just wonder, what if time just stood still, then I will be awake to see others stuck in their dreams? It's just a wonder, when thoughts are racing.

The freshness of air, the quietness of place, gives me a kind a serenity, peacefulness coupled with the fact that my mind is yet to be exposed to the witches and ghouls for that day. Other parts of day seldom could give me this feeling of stability.

So, to the world, and all, a very good morning.
Awaiting the sun to make THE entrance of the day.

: : cherished always : :

in-cherishment to a friend, do take care.
it's a scary thing, which i dare not venture into.
it's nothing of not trusting you, but more to not believing in myself.
and yes, i still remember.
no details, not all, not like you, but the feeling, the trust.
it's difficult now, when all confidence is not intact in me.
the hope for now, is building the friendship again.
to start again, to make us trust in each other.
more than that, i do not have the confidence to give.
and to receive.

cherished always, just know that, if you came across this..
it's for you, and it's you

Rider of the Cycle

The mind is tricky thing,
a little pampering it needs,
too much, it will be confusing,
and too much too long,
we will be lost,
trapped to do things,
over again,
because we cannot go forward.

It's a cycle, what we are doing.
We will do one thing,
all our might, give our best.
For a while, we will be good,
our mind will be there,
going for it.

Until a something comes,
gives us a strike, right on the head,
awakening us,
for the umpteenth time,
making the eyes see, the ears listen,
and then we despair.
we think, is this what we want?
and downward we shall go from there.

we can bluff, we can try,
and oh how we can just ignore,
the sense and the pull,
but the realization, the want, the dream,
will always be there, right in the head,
haunting us, shadowing all our thoughts.

The mind is tricky thing,
a little pampering it needs,
too much, it will be confusing,
and too much too long,
we will be lost,
trapped to do the same things,
over again,
because we cannot go forward,

It's a very vicious cycle,
and i seem to be a rider of this cycle.
all the time.