Tuesday, August 5, 2008

rage untold

She looks at the screen. Staring blankly at it. Thoughts of thoughts arose. ideas and imaginary paints the black screen. That of once was empty. One by one, layer by layer. Now what she thought was nothing, is finally making sense. All in the back of her head. She recognize one by one of what was pasted. The times when she had the greatest happiness, when nothing was ever a hard time. When something was so valuable that she never mind to face the gruesome reality awaits. All is lost. She thought. All is lost. Now there's only responsibility.
"I was not ready for this, I am still not." Her heart says.

She's just a girl, that needs to see and feel so much more fun and ups and downs.

Where was the time when running away is always better? She asks herself.

Nobody answers. they are all hiding it from her. Afraid she might be bruised. Afraid she might fall. Afraid she might lose guide. Little they realize, they use to had that.

So why can't she? Why can't she bruise like the use to? Why can't she feel what they felt? Why cant she taste what they taste?
Because they already know what it taste that they forbid her. because they just realize those are the useless.
but why won't they let her feel it herself?
life is about discovery. yes, it is. It was, until now. She wanted to go back, to the times when she was so selfish. So selfish that she cry everyday, But always had the best of time with no regrets. No regrets. She feels that a lot now. She regrets. Something she never did. Something she never know she could do.
Why won't they let her be? Why do they want her to grow up so fast?
"Im not so feeble, You cannot treat me like this." She scream, but only she could hear
She is happy now. But there is something like a lost missing puzzle waiting to be attached. Something. She wants to find it. They lock it somewhere, she is sure. But they never let her have it. They think its for the best. They think. She just think she might collapse, and wake up again to leave everything she knew, Just to find someone or something that would let her have her missing piece.

Monday, August 4, 2008

surround beings

I love being around people that thinks about others.
They are always passionate and though I am nothing compared to them, as I can be selfish and self-centered sometimes. They make me feel calm for the fact that world still has tolerance, they tend to make me self-reflect.

I love being around goofers.
When they talk, no matter in what way, people laugh and they laugh with them.
Giving me the comfort to forget every tied-up knot there is.

I love being around hardworkers.
Though I am not as hardworking, they tend to have a positive impact on me.
For that I am willing to do more just to be more.

I love being around silly-smarties.
These kind of people are smart but not nerds. Meaning, they understand the words I say and I understand theirs. Plus, they rarely talk trash and things that are too unimportant to care.

I love being around people that loves to talk and listen.
They always lit up the environment, but never annoying. they know when to stop and listen and just the right time to talk.

I love being around people with so many experience.
May be the elders, or a young kid, or any normal person. When they speak up of an adventure, they are living it again and bringing you with it.

I love being around people that mind their own bussiness.
because they always tell me to mind my own. And never interefere with my private little space. They are also the ones to make a better feeling. And is always the positive thinker.