it is i.

we often find ourselves asking why?

and recognize that we are bound in a whirlwind countenance not made for us.

continually we ask,
continuously we fail to realize.

we are who we want to be.

consider the facts of reality and the restricted imagery you have in mind,
and drift away to worlds unknown.
not to be delusional, but to have faith, to believe once more. to reclaim our souls lost in a world mainly given for the rational but without hope.

come again,

i came to a point where i believed in miracles and was happy about it.
i ran into space and found myself at every corner and understood.

we fail to see what there is,
because we believe otherwise.

our soul sings with grace,
our edges are roughened, we are filtered, we are molded and we are no longer who we once were.

should we forget?

lose ourselves in the process and then lose our souls.?


it is i who began singing in the dusk and until dawn came with a shrug and cry.
it is i who prayed unconditionally when you were asleep,
and i found luxury at the thought.

it is i who loved you far more than you have understood.

it is i who will stay,
though worlds have created a distance i cannot comprehend.
it is I.


-to : Mel Kevin Ibañez