How can you not believe in heaven after seeing places like this?

It is when you see beautiful places like this one, with the perfect weather that you wonder how people don't believe in heaven.
All pictures taken by me :)
Philippines.

From a caterpillar to a butterfly

I was growing up,
I had to learn who were my real friends.
I was lied,
I was hurt over and over again.

I could not take it any longer.
I spin and create my wall,
One to keep the world outside.
One to keep myself protected.

My wall soon became hard,
I decided to quit on everyone.
No one would hurt me anymore.
I was by myself.

I felt like I was dying,
The old me was dying;
I was partially dead,
And all seemed lost.

I used everything I had learned,
To make the new me,
The me who would be stronger,
The me who would make my dreams come true.

I was getting ready,
I was growing stronger,
I was becoming the real me,
I grew wings.

I felt stronger and stronger,
I knew I would be able to do anything now,
I was ready,
And so i pushed the wall and broke it.

For the first time,
I flew free.

Lost&found

She has been broken for a while now,
She has been making the wrong paths, still knowing the right ones.
She managed to forget to look in the mirror,
Scared of her reflection.

She loves, this one boy.
All along she has, and has never gotten the guts to tell him.
No matter what she did to forget,
She dated other guys but nothing worked.

She dreamed to stop pretending.
She dreamed to tell him,
And she dreamed of being herself once again.
What had ever happened to her?

She had turned into something that she wasn't,
She had really forgotten she had wings to fly,
She had forgotten she was free.
She had always the choice of being who she wants to be.

So she took command of her life,
And made a plan.
Now all she does is follow her trail.
And be who she is.

No more being scared of anything,
Life won't break her.
What does not kill her will make her stronger.
No more being scared.

The most amazing person in my life

I have always managed to hide myself from the world,

You have always managed to find me.

I have always managed to make everything seem fine,

You have always managed to know when things aren't.

I have always managed to make everyone believe that I have everything under control,

You have always managed to know when i don't.

I have always hid myself behind laughs,

You have always managed to distinguish the real from the fake ones. 

I am not perfect,

But you manage to see the perfect in me.

I am not the most beautiful,

But I am in your eyes.

I might not be the best,

But you make me want to be the best I can be.

There were moments where I found out myself in crowds of people, 

and i felt completely lonely. 

Moments where I was with who I once called my best friends,

and could not really count on them.

Moments where I was sad and had no one to turn to.

Moments in which i thought everything was lost and there was nothing to do.

Moments in which I had no idea what to do or who to turn to.

In those moments I could only think of one person, and that was you.

I am completely myself when I am with you,

I might not be completely open about everything, but I surely am comfortable. 

Whenever I talk to you, I wish time would slow down... and give me more minutes in a day. 

I haven't seen you in so long but I have never felt you too far. 

I have to thank God for a lot of things,

My family, my friends, my life...

But most of all I have to thank him for giving me you. 

You're more than just a "friend",

more than just "family",

more than just "anyone." 

I care about you so much,
Trust me when I say that there is nothing that makes me happier than having you in my life.
But above all I need you to know that whenever I need someone to talk to, someone to listen, or just someone to care...
I think of you. No matter what time it is during the day.

You're my best friend.
I am thankful that you're part of my life.

I love you.

Who would have imagined that from this...

            

we would be here now :)
Things happen for a reason, and I am so thankful that you happened in my life ^.^

Nightmare

I have no real reasons for writing,
No inspiration,
Nothing to say.

I smile,
the mirror lies.
I scream and the mirror laughs.

Trapped inside my own world,
the world where i don't exist,
only image is present.

What you see is not what you get,
i scream,
the mirror laughs.

Images of who i was torment me,
its all a nightmare,
a cruel horrible nightmare.

What now?
Keep moving,
there's a light out the tunnel.

Not all that is shiny is gold,
not all that seems bright is light
and not all that is beautiful is pretty.

Fake gold also shines

Choices have consequences,

and roses have thorns.

What now?
I see the mirror,
I smile.
It stares back and laughs.

It believes nothing,
It knows,
It wonders...
why I lie.

Because deep inside,
there is a secret.

I scream
I run.

Somewhere i got lost,
Forgot who I was,
Now i smile,
and the mirror laughs.

time over matter, mind over time. matters? never-mind

Somewhere over the rainbow

Sometime between now and later

I was trapped in a dream

It seemed more like a nightmare.

It was brightly dark

And it was wonderfully horrible

No light at the end of the tunnel

No tunnel

The ghost of my past

Haunting my dreams again

With living memories

Dead memories reincarnated

Forgetting is not an option

The more you wish to forget

The more you are cursed with remembering

The longer you keep a dead memory

Then let me remember,

Let me remember to try to forget,

The ghost of yesterday.

The clock stops

The moments of today freeze

The memories of the past

Take shape

I relive the memory

All over again

I scream and run away

I want to forget

Forgetting is not an option

The more I wish to forget

The more I remember

The longer I keep this deadly living memory.

Then let me remember,

Let me remember to try to forget,

The ghost of yesterday.

Extinction of a moment

Its already 5:12 am,

And they become a skeleton,

Its how life goes like it or not,

Disappointment,

It’s just the way it goes,

They are not the dream that you dreamt,

Its already 5:31,

And their skeletons keep staring at my face,

I feel sadness,                                                                 

It’s hard just to accept the fact that they are   gone;                                                                                                     

Memories are nothing more than the morgue of stories,

The cemetery of time,

Bottled up into the past,

Never to be re-lived,

Throughout time;

The clock above me already says 6:02,

We invest in them,

An investment with benefits that are called consequences,

It stings when decisions about time are wrong,

But what else can we do, we aren’t perfect;

Minutes make fun of me,

They laugh in my face,

They don’t pay rent,

They don’t have a place;

Its already 6:12,

An hour that just passed,

That is just a memory,

To never come back.

They laugh in my face,

They don’t pay rent,

The cemetery of time,

They love to die.

Minutes