a day to remember.

And today is yet another day,

For like any days, today is like every day,

And in these days, nothing seems at bay,

For in these days, it is yet another day.

Tomorrow is a new day,

A day of hope and glimmer,

And one that I look forward,

For a day never like yesterday.

Yesterday was a day,

Like the previous, predictive towards tomorrow,

It was a day I missed,

A day I strived.

Tomorrow yet I believe,

That like many days, this should be different,

In this day, I shall smile,

Smiling for a journey proudly explored.

Yesterday though I know,

It was bitter but bitter sweet,

Like chocolates, every pieces are different,

And so was yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

A day of glistering shine,

A day of overwhelming applause,

A standing ovation,

A day, I await, with hope,

With a determination,

To end this journey.

trust

what is it with trust? a bond that now seems so vulnerable and fragile like a wine glass. shouldn't it be a link that keeps us together for as long as we call it ours? but now, it seems that the word is just a five letter word.  where has its value and its ulterior motives of being true and honest, and mostly, believing gone to, i know not. being fragile is fine, but knowing that once broken, it hurts along the way, that's even sad. how am i then to place this link or bond with someone whom simply do not get what is it with trust. or perhaps i might have been  too demanding and possessive? i know, i am not one to judge my actions in my thoughts as it always ends in me supporting myself but lets seat back and wonder, a friend whom you shared laughs and jokes and even times that you feel so agitated you needed someone to share it. and just then, like a river that flows into the seas, it all flows away not meeting an end, like birds swooping off to the skies aiming wondrously. and the trust you placed, or supposed, assumed, you had, just fades away. and now, i see you like a friend, only to know that the faded never blooms, at least until a wilted flower grows back to life.

to know a person, you need to trust him. to know his personality, you need his trust. and when both connections are made, and you realized that this could be a friend after all, just then, it crashes down. i thank Him, for showing me sooner for i know not what else i would have given if i have not seen this faded pages. i don't find myself guilty, for i know, perhaps it was the trust that somehow elevated what seemed to be building come to halt. again, i do not own this feelings, but what i do is to accept them the way these things are. after all, it would have been alien, if all things come in the same. trust is indeed a word after all. and when you needed to rely to it the most, it turns you down. but of all this, i now know that all things aren't constant, varying in fact. for today, you get a flower, a day or two later, it wilts. and like that,  the trust you have, had, will have, might just fade away.

what is it with trust?