Freedom, marry me.

My Treasure

If I were an object in the lost and found box, I would be a key. Without me, my owner would not be able to unlock his deep secrets, nor would my finder discover the hidden treasure. Many people say that I am the epitome of the mysterious. To the unknowing eye, I may seem and look like an ordinary key: easily duplicated and merely put inside the pocket along with loose change. What the ignorant does not know is that I hold stories, insights, ideas that would move people’s hearts, minds and souls.

There is no other key like me, nor is there any replica of the treasure I keep. Even at such a tender age, I have been to several places, experienced and witnessed so many things. I have spent time with the richest of the rich and with the poorest of the poor. I am not picky – I let life carry me where it wants me to be. Whatever happens, I keep my eyes wide open, grasping every experience that I encounter and making sure that I have a souvenir. Sometimes I get lost, but soon enough someone finds me and from that moment on, I have another story to unravel. My treasure is unlimited.

bear with my dilemma

the struggle to find the right words and to put them all together.

you in my dreams, again