For the love of sitting my butt off all day in the classroom and smoldering myself with make believes. Limping legs each time it crumbles, the dreams, the name , the unpredictable turn of events. Imperfect as we are, studying wholly for the sake of it is defined in poetic rebelliousness. Marked with undying hopes and endless cries that the clock starts to tick in the verge of dismissal.

I am looking for ways
to ease all my pains
the labor
the grief
triumphs and consequences
fears of losing
the brevity to excel

I am nothing but a stranger
to a world filled with utmost mysteries
I am here to search
endlessly through my days
dreams left for the higher beings
wishes, endless wishful thinking

To study the inevitable
cold hearts
harsh words
kept in sequence of torture and catfights
what do I have to do
but look for ways to
find what's true

My stomach aches,
butterflies evolving into moths of death
that name
uttered less by the superior means victory.
Absence, for my part,
a crime of luck and plain destiny.
Tardiness meant to alleviate
the religiousness in me.

I am nothing but a stranger.
I am nothing but a hole in the box.
Eager to learn how to fill my space.
Independently marking my spot
in this world filled with
infinite opportunities

(written on the spot, inspired my own photo taken at the top of Ylaya Mansion)