An email, a blog, a mental telepathy to my future self?

Hi Dior, how are you? 

What time and date is it now?

How are things going on lately?

Life has been a never ending quest for your purpose hasn’t it?

You were someone who’s always eager to explore on new things, overthinking every night.

Are you sitting on a high position in recruitment now? You’ve always loved this career, years back, you were just scanning and encoding reports, you were goal driven, you were a dreamer. I am happy to be seeing you fulfilled and inspired. Remember, to always find the good things even when you’re stressed, just like the old times.

Are you still dancing? Maybe yes, maybe no? Your remaining youtube videos with you dancing are still great, go watch them once in awhile, remind yourself of your passion. You might still be doing it now, but if not- please go and listen to your favorite song and groove to it now. You’ve always felt a different person when you’re lost in those beats, you felt free.

Are you still into progressive arts? Do you still take pictures of yourself or anything around you? Your instagram (or whatever app is popular in your time?) has been a channel for you to express yourself, you’ve always desired to evolve that account in the best way you can- you’re doing great! Look at your previous posts, are they not beautiful? They are, they were made by you. Go out and smile at the camera!

Is your dog still with you? I’ve always heard about how awesome Dutch is. She might be feeling some pain in her joints now, nonetheless, I think she is still as crazy as before. Just an advice to be with her and give her the best days of her life till the end. She only has you and I bet she loves you so much. Never lose your heart for the animals.

Do you still go out and drink? It’s funny when I remember your prime years, you were a drinking machine, a nocturnal. If you are still drinking once in awhile, please do it moderately, or quit now, your smoking included, your health is at risk- lessening the time that you wanna do new things! If you’ve quitted, here’s a tap at the back. Goodjob!

Do you still inspire people? Remember those letters and feedback you got from the people you’ve inspired? This is to tell you that they’re doing good in their lives, you’ve contributed to where they are now. Who was the last person you got a quick warm chat? Probably you’ve spoken too much again, much that your heart was in your mouth (figuratively). If you’ve not been doing that lately, you’re losing yourself. Shake your head, wash your face, look at the mirror and say ‘To live is to inspire’, walk that talk from your neck tattoo!

How’s your mom? she is one of a kind, probably the best mom in the millions of milky ways out there. Yeah, she’s your mom. She might be grumpy and a bit negative at times but you are her, she is you, you know what I mean. The way you think, talk, react, you remind me of our mom always! Take care of her! Do you have the house you’ve dreamed for her with a big garage and garden area? If yes, you’ve matured a lot. If no, not yet late, she’s alive, run for those goals now!

Lastly, who do you live with now? I bet that person is awesome, you’ve always had fun ex’s (mostly with their own unique attitude). Is that person always working on your mood swings? I think yes, you’re that, and that’s what the person loves about you. You’re funny, crazy, you can be sweet at times. Be grumpy, be artsy, always debating, always impulsive on everything- and that’s you. The person accepts you because this person loves you.

Oh, just a quick note about friends. Love and keep in touch with them. Message them after this!

There are a lot of things I wanted to ask you, but I’m running out of time from this time capsule. I need to return back to the present.

You are great, stop overthinking. From the present, you don’t know how much you’re missing out from not loving yourself. I hope by the time you read this, you’ve grown more to prioritize yourself, to stop hurting yourself with things out of your control. Your favorite color still red, the moon still your soul. I love you and I’ll be doing my best here in the present. I’m .. feeling ttt-hhee timme capsules losii-ii-ng energ-yy. Go live the best life, the Dior way! Sayonara!


The moon and its bloodline

The blood moon rose and stared at the world, its crimson shadow embracing all creation.

The cool breath of midnight ghosts escaping the abstract heat, the reality spoke only to the fiery moon.

He sat down in front of a faceless clock, their hands were sure but invisible to the eye.

Where only water meets the end, as it is with the cove of nature’s strength. The pendulum’s momentum will never end, the flow he rode till its death.

The blood moon stared with covered foes, complex identities of midnight living.

His trance was a story of spectrum thoughts, the only howl below the depths. The only stone he’ll ever find was devilish  though unpolished.

The blood moon was listening, it will not be deceived. The heavenly body will soon be at peace, explosions rose to the moon’s height but still- it will not be reached.

The invincible hands moved with precision, the signal traveled to its chosen piece. He moved on a parallel path till he met the bloody moon- it is the mystery between me and you.



A cup of coffee is more than just sippin

On the table he stared by a cup of coffee half empty. He was alone and again had his own world as a playground.

His thoughts were wondering, wandering. 

While lost in his thoughts in all different kinds of emotions, the cup of coffee stood still, grounded and strong, it seemed seeking attention.

He focused on the proud cup, took a sip and fell in a trance. He saw familiar faces from when he was about 12 years old until when the calendar days would reach its end, everyone were talking about the world.

‘Heartbreaking news- I’m single’

                   ‘I am who I am, this is my opinion’

‘I have a new phone’

                                             ‘My life goals are’

‘I’m sorry, what can I do to change your mind’

                  ‘The equation should be x/y’

‘People would always have something to say’

The talking sounded in what seemed to be a movie about squirrels that can speak. There were lots of faces swirling down the funnel of his brain waterspout.

These thoughts were interrupted by a notification sound from his phone. He stared at the time- gasp. An hour has passed with these television programs playing in his mind.

The faces of the people he had been with for the past years, all the roller coaster emotions, the new learnings, the tears that fell, the laughter that was shared, all because of the proud cup of coffee.

He stared at the cup of coffee almost empty.

The proud cup remained grounded and proud. He took a last sip, stood, smiled and went on with his life.

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Venus Horns

Here’s a fool playing with words. The battle carried in his sword.

With mask of gold, the kingsmen told. The battle cry began to unfold.

Uncertainty inside the plates, thy words are strong the spirit hates.

But all along the crowned knew well, the other way the heart will sway.

The Venus sleeps, in daytime peeks- thy heart that speaks to be at peak.

The hourglass can only tell, for now crowned one break through hell.



10 minutes of my pen and thoughts- its mystery






imageThis person’s brain is just not working. Thought process, check. Ideas, check. The person wiggled his hands, physically- yes, physically working.

imageHe checked his soul, it wasn’t there. He stared for a bit on his physique in front of the unclear mirror, but found his soul astray.

The lights pierced on the transparent skin, it was fragile. He sat down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, again, thought process- check. Heart, half beating.

He was breathing, only that it was weirdly unhuman. His brain was lost somewhere in another world, a kind that doesn’t exist or can never be a reality. His ears did its job when the rain fell on the roof and he was back on his trance, lights passing by at great speed in horizontal blurry lines.


I was facing the mirror again, it was a familiar feeling.