I often see myself
Staring blankly at my reflection
Struggling to find
the depth within
She is all there is
Wrinkly forehead
Droopy eyelids
Age slowly catching up
Where has time gone?
Then, I turn to myself,
Why so serious?
I often see myself
Staring blankly at my reflection
Struggling to find
the depth within
She is all there is
Wrinkly forehead
Droopy eyelids
Age slowly catching up
Where has time gone?
Then, I turn to myself,
Why so serious?
One promise
One road less travelled
One affirmation
One sweet kiss
One last time
This is being positive. Loneliness is exuberantly perfect for this moment. It’s a choice and I will not point finger. This is bliss. I will let this linger, if at least briefly. We all want to be happy, right? I get that. But, this is just the right time to feel sad, to fear the future, to force to decide. I owe nobody an explanation on how I have lived and should have lived my youthful years. It’s time to cry. It’s time to say sorry. It’s time to fee myself from pain.
Just say Yes
No, I can’t.
My belief is mine.
Yours do not matter.
We may be one family.
Living in a
A country divided
by personal interests.
No, I can’t…
Please. Respect.
I have listened to your outcry.
Enough.
Our future
is in our hands.
Not theirs.
It will be brief, but will be worth it.
I have looked around and found right in front of me, exciting all my senses, is Ripponlea.
How do I describe you?
Ripponlea has the right balance of you and me. My Ripponlea has no qualms on anything, just being real, honest, and superbly nice.
Ripponlea is a wonderland.
Yes. It is a place to be.
Ripponlea has the perfect serence setting for a suburb that’s just 15 minutes drive from the city.
It is a home to diversely cultured individuals. And I mean well mannered people who treat each other as equals. That’s the kind of community I would be myself around.
Now, let’s explore the area. A wide selection of food, great finds from hardworking business owners greet your daily walk. Ooh, the aroma emanating from the busy cafe cannot be ignored along the way. The iconic Rippon Lea Estate is a stone’s throw away from my so called home.
If hard earned riches permit, I will one day attest to the fine dining sensory experience at one of the world’s best restaurant (see The Australian online), Attica, nestled quietly alongside handmade good shops and organic specialty shops within Glen Eira Road. I walk past it everyday I almost could see myself a guest. Ha!
When one wants to socialise, or just take a breather, a little job further gets you to the beach in 15 to 20 minutes! The stretch of the family friendly beach has an awesome view of the city (Melbourne).
Take a ride. Stop and have a cuppa. Right there, Ripponlea has a spot for cosmopolitan we.
Let me be young
I will grow up soon
I will become responsible
I will find my fate
Let me be young
Play on my own terms
Be care free
Whilst I can
Let me be young
I am only young once
Last day
When it’s not
This year
It’s a plus one
Over, when it’s
just almost
On every fourth
is a sneak peak
of twenty nine
The feeling was mutual
Freedom gained
Being out there
Again.
All by myself.
So, why…
Willing tears
decide
to crawl down
in isolation
You’re lovely
Captivating
Yet in disguise
They dare
get close
Then you break their hearts
Clever
Yet just being careful
When the right one comes
You give it your all
Opinions fly Some snidely, snarly Brushing off others Oh, you've just started You reckon you're right All the time Hey, just like them Each to his own
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