2010. A poem conceived during my extreme wanderlust that triggered a chain of significant and wondrous events in my life. Ride, ride, ride my pink bike Far, too far from my forgiveness Far, too far from my wanderlust Small steady steps are too big shoes to fill It's about time to finally let go Let go. My skin, my sins Keep me from bursting But I am in pieces Scattered, shattered with nothing to give nothing to hold Lost for words Lost in the world And lusting for the world!
A poem about change, courage, hope and positivity. The days go so fast and I have just begun I must go for a thousand more and there aren't roads to run I drove for dreams to come— A golden curtain of the sun! I heard the mountain tops cry Where echoes return where they began My love is just a mirror— A sea foam in my head I shall weep alone today For when tonight's a hope for tomorrow, I'll be here where I stand! #poetryandart #originalart #positivity
Why did I start painting again? During my extreme wanderlust fueled by frustrations at work, relationships and life in general, I took a leap and left my comfort zone. I quit my job as a digital colorist and traveled. I longed to see a bigger world and vowed to do just that. The Unknown Beckons I began my journey in the northern part of my country, the Philippines. As I was all alone on that trip that would change my life, under the stars I prayed for my loved ones and then s