What have I done wrong? Do I deserve this? If I'm not made for this kind of life, then, why do I have such tragic chapters added in my own book?
I am my own writer but circumstances contributed some parts of it.
It's been a cycle. It would start with sweet nothings which would somehow completely lead me to the realm of nothingness. And it's been going on over and over again for quiet a long time now. Or, should I say it's been sending me repeatedly to the chamber of never-ending torture throughout my entire existence in this chaotic round platform.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Boredom Release 3
What's a girl got to do when her heart has been melted away with what this human race has been crazy for all over: LOVE
The heart, a very soft delicate organ with such capability to give life to someone. But when being under the spell of this very manipulative wizardry, it tends to melt away and loses its control. It does things that it desires but when the authoritative power of such magic takes over, it does unlikely desirable things just to pacify what the heart aspires. So unlikely desirable, it would come to a point that it will stop pumping life for the human body and it would even bring it back to where it belongs, the ground.
The heart, a very soft delicate organ with such capability to give life to someone. But when being under the spell of this very manipulative wizardry, it tends to melt away and loses its control. It does things that it desires but when the authoritative power of such magic takes over, it does unlikely desirable things just to pacify what the heart aspires. So unlikely desirable, it would come to a point that it will stop pumping life for the human body and it would even bring it back to where it belongs, the ground.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Boredom Release 2
I just held her hand. One minute, then, she's holding another. She whispers "I love you" to my ear. She also whispers to another. I lean on her shoulder seeking for comfort. Somebody else gets the hug. She is who I await. But she's with another. Death is who I'm with. While she is caressing her. Every moment she's gone to her, kills every second of my existence.
Boredom Release 1
A being is so discombobulated with what this cruel world has kept for this life form. A fairy tale turned into a tragic story. A character that's being force to believe that the nightmare this mortal is living is considered to be a fantasy for this individual. Total damnation to this fellow. Very unfortunate soul. Continuously fighting a combat between reality and dream. Trying to suppress the excruciating pain that this wonderful creation is bearing. Trying to survive the chamber of death. Poor spirit, crushed into tiny pieces. Leaving this pitiful being with nothing but shadows of the most horrifying ordeal that a living thing could ever imagine.
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