I don’t even know why, but there are times I want to cry. Maybe because the world wants me to be directed, to a place they all (except me) wanted. Ever since the younger days, to the standard I don’t usually stay. I get to like things others do not, until I grew older and […]Read More 68. Yes, sometimes it stings.
(I’ll never stop writing for this year since my faves are keeping me inspired.) I’m going nowhere, and there’s no one who cares. No way, there’s no chance, with cruel thoughts, I’m in a trance. Into the pit of nothingness I fall, expecting nobody I still call. “Calm down.” I say. Will I survive the […]Read More 57. It’s not today.
This time, it’s not just a poem. Time flies fast. It’s like there’s a speeding spell that’s cast (oops, the habit of rhyming, I’m sorry.) I still can vividly mentally image what my last 31st of December was and I was on the other room also typing an entry for this blog, haha. Well, I felt like […]Read More 50. There’s this habit of validation.
I have nightmares, and I search for someone who cares. I wake up sweaty and confused, suddenly there’s paintings I can’t choose. The images are familiar, they all look at me like I’m a liar. I light up a match and watch them burn, not listening to the screams and I never learn. It starts […]Read More 47. You’re looking at the wrong painting and I’m drowning.
It’s cold and it’s seeping through your skin. But you kind of like it, when there, warmth should have been. Since before, it has been your favorite season, and it’s when raining where true emotions is what you don. The raindrops fall, getting heavier, as if it’s your heart breaking harder than ever. Yet it’s […]Read More 41. The heavy rain continues to pour.