Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
They say people look to death when they run out of choices. But where would you run if death was no longer an option? Where would you hide if fear stood in your path at every step of life?
If every step you move is resisted by fear, then time freezes and fingers grow cold and wrinkled.
They say people look to death when they run out of choices. But sometimes, death finds you especially when you lose yourself in fear.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sometimes people say things not to genuinely help whoever's in need, but to let that person know that they want to help.
But sometimes, it gets too late, and true colours reveal themselves.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
So she flew in circles, and spread her wings out, changing into a bird. She stared into the eyes of deceiving emblems, and symbols of freedom embraced through action. She smelled the wind brush past her bodily grace, and danced above the sun in the endless purple skies.
But even that grace spelt something. It spelt words she'd been wanting to forget all along.
And as simplistic, unimportant creatures fluttered around her writing words in the sky, her conscience wrote the very words she was always pretentious about, but really just always wanted to hear.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
See the rain falling down from the stars we stopped marvelling at once childhood said goodbye.
See the moon bright and silver for a reason which apparently isn't so cold after all.
See the mechanical smiles hiding misery behind themselves.
See the people working away in pursuit of happiness.
See the world mirroring each other, because they're all they've got.
See the sun shining to keep them going, but sometimes making them stop and sweat.
See the eyes searching for true love because they're too blind to recognise it on their own.
See the streets filled with cars willing to stop at traffic lights they never knew, and never willing to stop for beggars they don't want to know.
See the stars for what they're worth, because you know there's a reason why people like stars so much.
See yourself and who you've become and why you're who you are.
See me, and how I'm no different than who you are.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Because everytime I look at you, it's like a moderate breeze, a wind that caresses your cheek which could possibly blow you away, or shatter your fragile self into a million pieces.
I'm not asking for you to change.
Because if who you want to be is someone you're not, it means you need to believe in who you want to be. Otherwise, who you want to be essentially doesn't exist.
I'm not asking for a hero.
Because sometimes even heroes have broken wings.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
But I've met others who doubt love at every step of the way, even till their image and bodies change over the years. What they don't realise is that the heart remains the same no matter how much everything else changes.
So if you tell me that love doesn't last forever, I'd tell you lasts a lifetime and so much more.
If you try to make dreams seem superficial, I'd tell you you're a liar and prove you wrong.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I got drowned in the thoughts like a black whirlpool, maybe just because I never opened my eyes and absored any light.
I got drowned in fantasies I told myself weren't real, when they were dreams everyone else had already accomplished.
And I got drowned thinking there's no end to sorrow, when happiness was flooding the shores where she lay, still like the second hand on the clock had stopped moving for all eternity.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Kindly stop surrounding everyone with overwhelming events to prevent them from drowning in themselves.
I'd appreciate it if you could stop confusing everyone with your eternal sense of precariousness, and start letting everyone see that beliefs aren't always beliefs, they're a livelihood.
And that laughter isn't just laughter, its food to a human mind.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It's like the alcohol that never leaves your life, the stench that you have a love-hate relationship with.
Its like the goodbye you hate to let your lips utter, but you know they'll tell you to take your time.
They told me I was stronger than that. And I told myself I'd never give in to the reason why people jump.
But if I've climbed nine storeys, to start descending down the stairs, I may as well be just like them.
Well, as of now, it is 12am, and I need a miracle to get through this.
As of now, I'm needing you the most and you're not even here.