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@AmazingWorld

Joined 7 June 2021 · 76 posts

#BCH holder, A plain procrastinator, self proclaimed artist and die hard fan of music

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Welcome to read.cash @Dumbledore2902! Make yourself at home coz everybody are undeniably friendly, trust me❤ hey readcash friends! Please welcome this friend of mine from facebook. She just signed up. I thought she won't join.

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Heyya! Thank for upping the sponsorship @Bloghound oh my thank you poooo. I'll try to write better....joke 😅✌

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Good night! And I mean close your beautiful eyes. Hahaha I'm so getting enough sleep because this is not so me.

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[10] It's fine Sun, August 29, 2021 [10] of 100 poems for me - The Bleed of Words Collection Another round of breath. I'm already at 10% to completing my ambitious endeavor. This is a tough challenge for myself. I just wish I'll meet you until this' hundreds. **It's fine** It's fine to rest my dear, Your tiresome exudes in your words, You've had enough for today, don't check in a haywire. It's fine to fall silent, And lavish of lament, To think and rethink, of words to reply. It's fine to cry, my dear For not all days the sun shows up, You're bound to get hurt in any way, You're bound to shed in pain. It's fine to fall on bended knees, To choke in your own boast, To feed and churn your own pride, In rare time. It's fine to surrender, If you can hold no longer If it's too much now, Rest, if not enough then cry. It's fine to be weak, Yet don't be too link to it, Rely on yourself, **Your best warrior is yourself.** All rights reserved. Lead image - -unsplash.com

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Yehey! Thank you to my awesome 41 subscribers and fantastic four sponsors. Thank you for staying with my nonsensical journey. lol. Brace yourself, I have tons of nonsense to share. Hahaha. Good morningggg! Good afternoon and good evening!

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Good night everyone! make sure you close your eyes before sleeping. Lol. hahahash

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What Sarah Said Fri, August 27, 2021  “*Love is watching someone die / So who’s gonna watch you die?*” - **What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie** We humans, were born not just to live but also to find our other half, weren't we? If you don't believe in that, just look around your neighborhood, the way each street you walk on become more alive due to the radiating "sweet gas" each of these lovers set off in the air? I know nothing about how it works but "love" they say, finds its way to one's heart. It open one's locked door, welcoming a lover, for the rest of her/his life. The sweet promise of staying and spending "more" time is just a consolation about the truth ahead of them. **It always occur to me**. About how long? How long will a partner be with his other half? Questions have been bombarding my hazy mind and so I decided to dive in to this topic. "What Sarah Said" is a song which I haven't heard since then. I never thought it did exist and the fact that I'm young to even cross path with this old song made it possible for me not to be aware of this very existence. Back on track, I've always been fond of sweet couples. Those who do not tolerate many arguments or at least those who chooses not to argue more and just stay silent to tame the growing fire? I believe some couple with that attitude do exist, kind of rare because most couples are engulfed by anger easily or that it's an innate problem to foster such emotion during heated fights which then adds woods to the fire. Even I, can't argue with the fact that couples are always into fights. I hate to admit it but it's true. Most of my neighbors are always like that. Of course, that's "relationship". Love is accompanied by jealousy and misunderstanding - and that becomes the fuel for quarrels and fiesty debates. Here and there, even in public places. When I spot someone in that state, I find myself mentally smacking my own forehead and even ny head throbs to such sight. Oh see? Would you want to find someone and end up fighting all day? God! I have so much on my plate. I might shatter it into pieces due to uncontainable anger and frustration. (Dude, I hate arguments) That's the least I want in life. Even though there's a constant fight, they stay together. The truth is, they "love" each other. That's a magic slash spell I wish no one ever cast on me. Lol. Couples, despite of their flaws and imperfections; that includes the inability to lengthen their temper and not just explode on the spot when confronted by frustrating words and accusations. Even my parents can't contain their emotions and ended up fighting (verbal only) and then dad would march out of the house. That's how they fight. Even your parents do have their own way, or maybe the father or mother radiates more power compared to the other. The rest of their lives, they may be like that, with such routine. Fighting and then talking again as if nothing happened, fighting, and then talking again as if nothing happened...an(n). Oh endless fights, but hey! They stay still together. Because, even though there are tons of misunderstandings, love will find its way to their heart. To melt the anger and be replaced by pure love. How cute to look at their happy faces, and at the entirety of them choosing to be together. **But it's not forever.** The moment they said yes to marriage, they had put their hearts 6 feet under- it's the darkest part of marriage. When one of you will be exiled to the unknown place. Forever. No one knows who, until it comes to you. Knocking your happiness away and being replaced by grief, sorrow and emptiness. **Love is watching someone die. So who’s gonna watch you die?** Is it you? or your other half? What's the difference if it's you? Would the voltage of pain alleviate? How about if it's him? How can you possibly cope? What will happen to you next? These questions lingers on my mind for since I can't remember. I ended up asking some of my known person about it and I started to someone dear to me. She answered, **"If I don't love him enough, then it should be me first."** I was caught off guard by her response. I thought it'd be another joke but it's not. It sounded so selfish right? She doesn't think of what her future partner but herself. Maybe it's because she's had enough in life. But that response of her may change overtime. Considering love is a powerful emotion. I asked someone else. And he answered, **"Would it be selfish if I want both of us die together?"** Another selfish answer. What if you guys have kids? Who would look after them? And he was silent for a moment. Someone chipped in. **I don't want to die early, I still want to see my grandkids grow so it should be him first. Hahaha.** Then another, an elderly. **I would die first, of course. I wouldn't know what will happen to me, and my kids if she'll be gone first. Oh, we will surely be miserable**. Then last, **I don't know. Let's just see who'll be the first one. There'd surely be a river of tears when that day comes.** I tried to reach out to online folks esp. on Facebook about this matter and these are their terrific yet genuine responses. Not a verbatim, I will just sum it up shortly. She said it'd depend on the contribution to the family. Weighing who is more of willing and can support the family's needs. If she's that person who can mostly provide, then her husband should go first, and vice versa. Tho, If it's possible, she hopes no one will die (her or husband) because she isn't fond of suffering. Who is? 'If he is worthy enough, then I'll go. But if he's a jerk then he must be the first' This girl believes that if it is your time, then it is your time. 'I want him to die first. At least he'd been taken care of for the rest of his life'. Ending= Death Death is a natural event in human life. It cannot be stopped from happening. It's the finitude of us all, written in our hands but we cannot see. The truth that life is a limited privilege, we are aware that one day, one of us or both of us will be early to sail our boats back. We don't know when, but the best thing to do is to cherish every moment. "**The more happy you are, the lesser are your regrets."** All rights reserved. Lead image - unsplash

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[8] No one Wed, August 25, 2021 **8 of** **100 poems for me** **(The Bleed of Words Collection)** https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-me-190bca67 I'll make up with my absence through this short one. Was caught of something that's why I wasn't active. Oh, no one really cares💔 **No one** No one was there, when I can no longer bear, the coldness of the night, the dullness of my daylight. No one was there, like to expunge my fear, In the darkness of the night, In the emptiness of my daylight. No one was there, of joy to whisper, to sweep away my sadness, not even let my madness to flourish. No one was there, to tell what's the difference, between day and night, that poems are more beautiful with ryhmes. No one was there, been there, now I'm nowhere, Words are falling, rhymes are failing. No one was there, When I woke up one day, **It's only me,** **Now, I'm only me.** All rights reserved. @AmazingWorld Lead image - unsplash.com

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Thank you for the down votes. They mean a lot to me. You guys can talk to me about your problem. If you hate my writings, then I'm very sorry. If it annoys you or it sounds so bad, then sorry(?) I'm kind of discouraged when someone does that without any reason. Atleast leave you feedback. I'm flipping my brain upside down yet I don't find answer to your extreme distaste. You can block me, thank you💖

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I'm just wondering(?). There is still no "EXC" mark on our articles? May announcement po ba about dito? (if meron, sorry naman at absent ako)

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[7] Can you hear me? **Wed, August 25, 2021** 7 of 100 poems for me( The Bleed of Words Collection) https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-methe-bleed-of-words-collection-190bca67 This should be posted tomorrow but I just want it right now. Kind of weird tho. This is another unfinished business. This is all about self harm (not so dramatic tho) I am clouded with my worry that it's a forbidden topic(?) so this is just a light hint. How sad, some people have been downvoting me. You guys can approach me, really. If you hate my writings then I'm so sorry. But I can't change it. You guys can just block me. That'd do us both a big favor. Blink and blink, The breath shortening, Don't close your door yet my dear, No, no, no, do you hear me? The booming sound, the heartbeat fall fainter, Moments and it will falter, In a blink of an eye, It might stop forever. Step back and see, Were you there when she was crying pleas? No wolf would cry, too tired, throat gone dry. Easy to feel forsaken, With her detrimental object, She ran and kiss the edge, Then, she vanished the soonest. It's not a waste to notice, Gone those years of silence and peace, Now, the monster has took her over, And she's good, gone forever. All rights reserved. Lead image - Yourteenmag.com https://yourteenmag.com/health/teenager-mental-health/help-teens-stop-cutting

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Wahhhhh thank you @BreadChamp🤧 for the sponsorship. Kinikilig ako ngayon just like I've got my first sponsor and the other two. Super thankkk you. it's been a while since last ko nakita yung "new spspospsponspspospsponsspspospsponspspospsponsor" sa notif ko hahahaha. sorry eto na naman ang keyboard ko hahaa. Thank you po talaga. More bch to come to youu🤗

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Worried **Tue, August 24, 2021** 6 of 100 Poems for me (The Bleed of Words Collection) https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-methe-bleed-of-words-collection-190bca67 It's becoming my habit (again) to write nonsensical poems. I thought it was gone, and now it's coming back to me. Sanaol bumabalik hahaha. This is very short, 3 stanzas to be specific. This will be edited, surely. Worried My heart flew away, When I heard you say, Sorry is the other company, You said we'll fix this, can't we? In the morning I'd check on you, Fine, I'm still mesmerized with such view, You're so inviting, Your words are so appealing. It's been 2 months remember? Yet my love never falter, You took me on occasions, on a date, Can I swear? I fell deep on this bait? Lead image - unsplash.com

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How much is a 'home' ? Mon, August 23, 2021 5 of 100 Poems for Me (The Bleed of Words Collection) https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-methe-bleed-of-words-collection-190bca67 At exactly 10, I heard someone's crying. Apparently, he's my young cousin. The story will be unfold. Just read on. *The gust of wind enters,* *Alas! The window was left ajar,* *From a corner, a voice, no it's a cry,* *If someone will hear, would you step in, would you try?* *Sunday evening, at exactly 10* *Aside from his little cry, he's alone in this den,* *Who would call it a home,* *When you are all alone?* *Father who, should provide heat on this cold evening,* *Yet the liquor feels more inviting,* *Turned deaf, stone cold* *Enjoying and drowning for his own good.* *If only his mama's with him,* *Cold and loneliness would disappear,* *the curve of her lips and her faint voice to make him sleep,* *He misses it, he wishes for it.* *No age for him to understand,* *How unfortunate he is right now,* *Four years of living alone,* *Can someone tell him, how much is a home?* *It's not the only days,* *For when his tears slid like silver rays,* *Who would call it a home,* *When you are all alone?* All rights reserved. @AmazingWorld Lead image - offset https://www.offset.com/photos/little-boy-sitting-on-an-unmade-bed-and-crying-33087

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ang cute nasa 151 pala ako hahkhha. skl. ang cute lang makita nung name mo don sa top tippers (kahit di ako generous) charot pero mabait ako ah hahaha. gandang hapon everyone! nakaligo na ba ang lahat? djk

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Untitled, Unedited & Undone Sun, August 22, 2021 4 of 100 Poems for me(The Bleed of Words Collection) https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-methe-bleed-of-words-collection-190bca67 This is a good morning to you my readcashers! I see I have been loving writing unfinished poems hahaha. Bear with me. I wrote this just now and my mind is not functioning properly because I, have not eaten any breakfast yet. Send food please? Kidding! Hahaha. ~~Sunday is, today.~~ Today's sunday. I am listening to the mass via radio broadcast. Good day! and happy sunday! Don't Read!!! Unedited and unfinished ❤ It'd take me forever, To count for the exact number, How long have I been staring? At these empty heights of words, quite unending. As if hypocrite to notice, How I fall deeply unto this abyss, Now crawl my little darling, No way out, you're doomed, perfectly planned by the artist. Similes of hope, Stretching metaphors to falling at the trapdoor of nothingness, They say hyperbole to exaggerate, Haven't they known their life is ironic? Lead image- Unsplash.com

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Thank youuu @emily2u for the continuous sponsorship. I will be writing more nonsense. sorry hHahaha

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hey yow people! ano na po ang balita dito? Rusty, isn't active for about 19hrs na. and yung isang na pub ko na nonsense naman, is wala pa ding EXC. Btw, Good aftieeee

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Bakit parang antahimik? Baka ayaw na ni read.cash sa ating mga pinoy. Djk. hahaha jk lang uy. There must be a problem since walang exc yung pinost ko kaninang umaga. which is odd. Btw, eat your lunch na mga ka read.cashers! It's 11 something na oh

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Sadly , someone has been downvoting my posts (or am I just hallucinating?) You know you can talk to me. Kidding. I know my works aren't good enough, sorry?

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The silent noise Thu, August 19, 2021 2 of 100 poem for me Collection https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-methe-bleed-of-words-collection-190bca67 Forgive me for I have been writing nonsense since I joined here. But i just felt the need to vomit this nonsense hahaha. Kidding! This was written on 2019, I think. I found it on my oldie-goldie notes which is not in so good condition. :) I will be back on writing next week, I think. I'm almost done with my 20 articles per month! Yay! One goal unlocked. That's awesome. *Before the dawn reaches its zenith,* *Coldest embrace, deep salty sorrow of despair,* *Ain't enough to shut the eerie gloomy doors,* *Slices of skin, echoes of superficial laughter.* *Beneath the curve lies a whimper,* *Smoke of terrible whispers,* *Left untouched,* *Unheard.* *Spoken yet benign,* *The intensity supposedly crack the wall,* *People are crawling, yelling endlessly,* *The truth that the "noise of tears" cannot be heard.* All rights reserved. @AmazingWorld Lead image from unsplash.com **You may wanna check these out:** Night is oddly Noisier https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/night-is-oddly-noisier-8992793c Talk back and you're dead https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/talk-back-and-youre-dead-501f7585 Untitled, Unedited & Undone https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/untitled-unedited-undone-ad740d57 How much is a home? https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/how-much-is-a-home-71ce99be Worried https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/worried-a23e25c2 Can you hear me? https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/can-you-hear-me-d75ffb84 No one https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/no-one-96c7fdf0 Most of the time https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/most-of-the-time-dcde5d3c It's fine https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/10-its-fine-24f63496

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Some times in the dark Sat, August 14,2021 (#13) **Dark** *Ask me not during this time where my vision's not working,* *Afraid not for it's been my thing,* *Long gone the troubled heart to tame,* *Been used to this kind of game.* *Mama would be my first word as cry persist,* *Falls of the diamond, I couldn't resist,* *The scared little darl when darkness surround,* *Seems monsters would rise from the ground.* I was born during the night of the 15th of July. Mama said I was born at 10:00PM and they do have a belief that if you were born late evening, you are likely to be unafraid of the infinite darkness. The opposite tho, if you were born during the broad daylight or when the sun's peaking,rising and stretching from it's temporal sleep, you are perceive to be afraid of the dark. However, this is just a mere speculation so I don't believe in it. If you were to ask me? Of course. A bit. Dark, Darkness or being in the dark scares the shit out of me most of the time- back when I was younger. Blackout I wouldn't forget those chilly feeling when there was a sudden power outage and then I'd open my eyes. One day, I was alone in the room and I was awaken by something. Soon enough after opening the lid that separates me from the real face of the world, I didn't see anything other than black. I cried. Ever since, I have been afraid to fall blind, that's why. I thought I lost my sight during that time that I cried hard and even widen my eyes to see nothing but darkness. Imagine my little self in that state? Oh stupid me. I called my mom who immediately joined me in the dark room with a flashlight. There I realized I wasn't blind. I stopped crying- thankfully. Walking on a dark alley/ pathway/road Stumbled. Walk like a real blind extending my arms. When walking in a dark alley, I make sure I have something to light up my way. Of course, for the fact that some gracious presence of animal manure such as of dogs are confidently lying on the ground. Afraid that I might step on any of them. Another thing is that, I was afraid to bump into something. Something terrifying. I don't want to discuss about that. Alone in a dark room I was afraid of being alone- before. But I didn't let them see my weakness. Deep in my thoughts and imaginations, some sort of black entities are forming and will try to get me. On the walls, behind the doors, the windows and even outside of the house and near the gigantic trees. In my peripheral vision, monsters look alike would appear like weird shits. Shove them away. That's my mantra. Being alone in a dark room, or an abandoned place will surely throw me to the pit of terror. Darkness has a silver lining As I grew older, I realized that it's not bad to be in the dark. **It keeps you hidden** There are things you should not or would not want to show to the world in the clearest, brightest daylight. You yourself, would thank darkness for keeping you hidden. Away from things you would wish not to witness and experience. **It means silence** The world is noisy, chaotic and pretensious. **It's black but true** Darkness isn't that bad at all. It's a plain one. Black. You won't see any fake color of life. **It's a "me" time** Console yourself. At some point, look before you and your life. See who matters, or if there are really some people who makes you feel you matter to them. When darkness embrace you, will you embrace back? It's not that it forces me to stay. Sometimes I find myself being engulfed by what seems the enemy of everyone. Sometimes it becomes my refuge. (How ironic) Why do we have to blame darkness about our state? If it could talk, there'd be tons of dagger like question thrown to us. It's not just the darkness that gives us difficulties or mental predicament. **It's us. It's on us.** Photos are not mine. Credits to- unsplash

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Balloons, Letters and Farewells **Sat, August 13, 2021 (#12)** August 13, 2021 (DLPTRY#2) There are three things that reminds me of the past, the good childhood experiences and the sincerest actions we've made during the trance of innocence. Allow me to reminisce for a moment? *Gaze not when it bloated up,* *Once collide in a snap,* *It explodes,* *Far less than a detonator.* **Balloons** My juvenile heart loves balloons. I can still remember when we attend birthday parties. My eyes would instantly fall to those big bloated assorted colored items. Oh no, that's what I'm always looking for whenever mama would take me with them. Literally glued to my sight until the celebrant's parents would be generous enough to tangle my wanting heart by giving me one. I would be the happiest during that time. Once we head home, I'd let my little companions see what I've got. And I wasn't too selfish that time so I let them borrow my balloon. Most of the time tho, it burst like a bubble. *Cursive design,* *Of each line holds a sign,* *Chances are a deep witted thoughts,* *A bargain, or an appreciation has it brought.* **Letters** When I was in primary, my teachers would ask us to make letters during occasions such as teacher's day, mother's day and father's day. Of course a child will always be exhilarated about such doings. The memories are still vivid to me. We were 26 in class, all which makes tons of letters for whom it may concern. We have six teachers so we would prepare six long letters. I couldn't forget how horrible our drawings and designs were, but since we were still a kid, I'll let that pass. Funny how those memories could easily make my mood lighter. Although I didn't able to keep some remnants, the memories will be forever saved in my mind. Mama and Papa will plaster a smile when they receive a letter from me and my other siblings. During that time, I wasn't hesitant nor doubtful whether to give them horrible looking letters with stick figures designs and penmanship that is under readable. Oh, poor kid. *Face palm* But hey, why was i never shy about actually giving them something like that? But as i grew older it became awkward or so that's only me, and my problem. *As written like a spell,* *Duology as it rings a bell,* *A page breaker,* *Looks like a coercive separator.* **Farewells** Simple goodbyes. A silent nod or fist bump, who cares. We're just houses and blocks apart, living in the same barangay. So it was fine. I wasn't aware about what in store for me. I never knew that being with them is just temporary. I was just a kid who are looking for some good playmates to waste time and enjoy at the same time. Though things are changing overtime. Our age, house address, school to attend to, and the things we do will inevitably change as well. "**It's part of growing up**" the first phrase a batchmate uttered after being hit by a baseball while watching his friends to play. He was right and it struck me. I never had the chance to say goodbye. We slowly take our separate ways until we drifted apart, completely. These three things means so much: **Balloons symbolizes childhood**. Free and always seems a runner. Yet once you let it go, there's beyond you can't imagine. **Letters** of our sweet hearts, and genuine souls. **Farewells** to our childhood life we can never go back to and people of our youth slowly drifted away. **Balloons, Letters and Farewell** *Gaze not when it bloated up,* *Once collide in a snap,* *It explodes,* *Far less than a detonator.* *Cursive design,* *Of each line holds a sign,* *Chances are of deep witted thoughts,* *A bargain, or an appreciation has it brought.* *As written like a spell,* *Duology as it rings a bell,* *A page breaker,* *Looks like a coercive separator.* All rights reserved. 2021. Photo credit to unsplash

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Night is oddly Noisier **Friday, August 13, 2021** 1 of 100 poems for me collection https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/100-poems-for-methe-bleed-of-words-collection-190bca67 At the time of writing, it's already 11:05 PM, 55 minutes before midnight. I couldn't bring myself to read articles this late but worry not, I've had it saved. At the time being, I'm fidgetting on my screen pondering about what to write. This. Late. My head has a slight throbbing inside. I'll need to sleep now, I think. Before that, I'll leave this short poem? or whatever you call it. Bear with my talent at this. *Hear the clock it sings,* *No, there is no such thing,* *but listen for it continues,* *from clockwise it renews.* *No young night for sleepy,* *Yet late night treated informally,* *Time tweaks the truth,* *It's not late for unloading thoughts.* *Shadows lurking outside,* *Yet inside, more entities had reside,* *Of whispers cannot decipher,* *The noisier it becomes.* *Oh see for when it strikes 12* *Believes that monster will come and get you,* *Must the superstition be in dread,* *It's not what makes the night oddly noisier.* *Must you guess the reason?* *It's close to treason,* *faint sounds, closer,* *Decode the words you hear, is it clearer?* *The mist behind a hazy mind,* *The silent cries doubled everytime,* *No means to notice,* *Yet it's deem unrestrainable.* Some perceives night as noisier due to their inner thoughts and predicaments. Night is the time of loneliness, deep thinking, reflecting, and being drowned to saddest thoughts of life, existence, disappointment failures and expectations. All rights reserved. Lead image - unsplash **You may wanna read:** The silent noise https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/the-silent-noise-52e2599d Talk back and you're dead https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/talk-back-and-youre-dead-501f7585 Untitled, Unedited & Undone https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/untitled-unedited-undone-ad740d57 How much is a home? https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/how-much-is-a-home-71ce99be Worried https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/worried-a23e25c2 Can you hear me? https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/can-you-hear-me-d75ffb84 No one https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/no-one-96c7fdf0 Most of the time https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/most-of-the-time-dcde5d3c It's fine https://read.cash/@AmazingWorld/10-its-fine-24f63496

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Fall or not to fall for its Trap Thu, August 12, 2021 @01:00 PM (Phil. Time)#10 It's something beyond my human comprehension. How is it for you? *Love. Love. Love*. No matter how many times i utter this single yet unfathomable concept, i could not clearly decipher its connotation. Of course, i have never been in love. One thing I've noticed about this fundamental feeling of affection is, it's a **trap**. I've seen so many people embrace the ***trap*** open arms. They were immensely motivated to go to school, or work harder, or anything related to it. My classmate when in love would be enraptured and blush profusely whenever her apple of the eye was around. When she's feeling demotivated on doing her project, just upon hearing his name would literally charge her full batt. My Auntie would be so inspired at the thought of him. From there, you could clearly see how transparent one becomes during such trance. It's such a powerful thing, an unfathomable feeling and inexplicable yet dangerous suit for the faint hearted. *I've seen many fall on their knees*. Even the strongest man can bend down due to the intense feeling of sorrow, remorse and brokenness. For most, love is inevitable. It's a curse that once casted on you, you'll submit yourself falling to the extremities of wreckage. It's a curse. It's true. People are overly smitten and forget themselves most of the time. Once you're under the curse you'll forget about yourself. It always win. No one or nothing can break such curse. Or yes, it can be. Yet it requires a whole lot extraordinary courage to defy your feelings. **It's meant to break you**. Love becomes insidious. It does pass the surface and dip immensely. It's addictive that once you dip deeper on the gravy, you're in danger. You'll find yourself falling and breaking into pieces. Picking up your shattered self would inevitably consume time, and that's hard to do so. It breaks and changes who you are. That's a typical side effect of "love". A good change or an extreme one. I've learned from some folks who I knew for a while, they do change. Some becomes more motivated on school and the other learns and do things they've never done before. **It makes you stupid**. Love makes one stupid. Dreaming for someone to reciprocate the same intensity of your feeling would just make you appear stupid. Desperate. It can be counted by your finger or none at all would be willing to be with you or accept your love. It makes one stupid in a sense that even though the person no longer feel the burning passion, but a flickering fire that's already dying, the other person would still pursue for another chance. Some people I've seen won't accept that their relationship failed and ended so they will go after that person. It's sick but true. Some would deliberately show their intention but some would just silently wish for a comeback and end up being disappointed and hurt. **It's dangerous.** Being too attached to someone without the certainty of being together (forever?) will likely to give a feeling of "longing", "detachment", "stress" and even "depression". This is dangerous for people who aren't so used on tolerating such emotions. **It changes a person.** When cupid strikes you real hard, they said resisting would be no use. Once you fall mild, and or severely, you'll never find yourself before the fall. I've never been smitten and I'm thankful to that. Lol. And yet, when people talk about their experiences, I've concluded that; **Love teaches lessons.** Love isn't a forbidden crime. One is free to roam around and being hurt is just part of its process. It teaches one various lessons. Ariana Grande's song "Thank You, Next" would be a good example for this. Some love would teach you pain and patience. In the course you'll find yourself learning new things and lessons to make you stronger and better- until you find that "someone"for you. So, `Would you let yourself fall for the trap of Love?` Or did you already fall for it? Thanks for Reading! #unedited Lead image edited via Picsart. The Photo is not mine.