A.A. Patawaran Quotes

I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me

I read for pleasureIn search of fictional worldsTo enrich my truths

Real is overratedNo way in my life is that the gistI'd be everything I am notIf I were a fictionist

Words are music to the ears, alone or together, with or without melody.

And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read!

Blank pages are cruelPure torture in white or beigeBut how else to start

But the sun will rise the day after tomorrowA millennium without us silences our last echoTo tiny fragments even our plastics are reducedIn Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewed

I exaggerateThere is a lie in my truthLook! My soul is blue

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

Does my soul sufferWhen my body breaks downWhen I feel mortalWhen my body is weakDoes the soul rejoiceThe end is near

No music in the raindropsNo clouds with silver liningTorrents of sorrowsHorror in streams

A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential... It is a masterpiece in waiting -- yours.