One day you're on the top of the world then the next thing is you will find yourself walking away from all the pains inside you. In the world where you can be alone and just sit and sip a cup of coffee and read an actual book. It's temporary but a comfort.
The feeling is like a wild flower It grows everywhere. but always taken for granted. Most of the time.
Spring Blooms, fades Feeling, falling, fleeting Time to let go Fall
Sometimes love never happens in order. It just pops up. In one snap you'll just find yourself flooded with feelings. Sometimes Love is the first song you hear in the morning. The soft blows of air on your face. It could be a new shoelace for your old rugged pair of sneakers. A wild flower … Continue reading My unheard speech
One of the best thing about Seoul is their own way on how to satisfy their clients not just on how they will serve you but also on how they will design their place to make you feel home and cozy.
I spent my few days in Seoul searching for an answer only to find out that there's a lot more than having to seek for my "whys" in life. Seoul is a place where love can be felt in almost all places. It's a place to love, be loved, to find love and to start … Continue reading The language of Seoul
My dad once told me Talk to the flowers and listen back, they will give you answers.
If it's love we won't call it a one night stand. If it's love I won't be hurting this much. If it's love there will be spark whenever we kiss. If it's love I won't feel any regrets. If it's love we will treasure every seconds, every minute, every moment, but then we never did. … Continue reading If it’s love
When did it lost its beauty? Those blooms wither together with those memories. Are those hands capable enough? Will it ever grow again? Will it ever bring smile every morning? or will it stays dry and thin?