Sunday, November 22, 2009
All It Takes Is A Whisper **
The dark lit evening blew heavy winds of coldness as every breath she took, was frozen in seconds in the thin air. She walked as if the coarse ground beneath her feet were moving with her, telling her to hurry along. Then in a sudden stop of movement, she exhaled and her heart utterly dropped and pounded with feelings of intensity. There he was, alone in his own kind of perfection, standing at the edge of her uneven and noticeably cracked driveway. He was staring at her with these full brown eyes that can speak better than the broken creases of his dark crimson lips. She knew that by those ever telling eyes, that his heart must be accelerating even though he didn't have to speak a single word. There was this uncontrollable pull that was attaching these two together, this boy and this girl standing just inches apart. No one seemed to intend on speaking, as if they could simply read what the other was thinking and desperately anticipating. Their silence was filled with a conversation their eyes were having as they continue to admire each other. He stepped closer towards her with slight hesitation and slow movements to avoid from startling her. He didn't want her to take any steps in reverse or else they will continue to be separated. She was standing there just motionless, while gazing at him, waiting to feel the closeness of his presence. Then it happened, the coldness of the air diminished as their bodies connected and gave one another consoling warmth. His crimson lips rested lightly upon her forehead as hers settled upon his beating chest. Their arms were wrapped around the other, so no one could ever get away from this moment. "You're the better part of me, the part that keeps me alive,” he said. She changed the position of her face and tilted it in the opposite direction of his. She can now see those ever telling eyes again, just screaming with undeniable emotion. Then there was the whisper, so quiet yet distinct and unforgettable as it will forever mark a place in the essence of her life: "I'm in love with you..."
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Memory of Your Face **
"Agony ripped through me with the memory of his face.."
Every single word that has been tied together in this sentence has portrayed a meaning so true as if it were from the story of my own life. Time continues to tick and tock inside the never ending circle, as if it was trapped, just going and going. Despite the endless times that the arrow will come around and around, your face has not gone further away. It is instilled in my memory, the one clear distinct image upon all the haziness that lingers in my mind. I can still envision the heaviness of those deep and dark brown eyes - down to the smooth exterior layer that outlines the edges of your face. I remember the awkward yet perfectly suited composure of the body that keeps your soul inside. It's unfortunate that a face so familiar and was so comforting is nothing but in a memory.
Every single word that has been tied together in this sentence has portrayed a meaning so true as if it were from the story of my own life. Time continues to tick and tock inside the never ending circle, as if it was trapped, just going and going. Despite the endless times that the arrow will come around and around, your face has not gone further away. It is instilled in my memory, the one clear distinct image upon all the haziness that lingers in my mind. I can still envision the heaviness of those deep and dark brown eyes - down to the smooth exterior layer that outlines the edges of your face. I remember the awkward yet perfectly suited composure of the body that keeps your soul inside. It's unfortunate that a face so familiar and was so comforting is nothing but in a memory.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Says It All **
"Grief maybe a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn't just death we have to grieve, it's life, it's loss, it's change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad.. the thing we have to try to remember is that it can turn on a dime. That's how you stay alive, when it hurts so much you can't breathe.. that's how you stay alive. By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much."
- Grey's Anatomy
And now, I can't breathe.
- Grey's Anatomy
And now, I can't breathe.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
As I Lie On The Floor **
Once in awhile, there is always a shredding moment that creeps upon me, to get through to the exterior barrier of the chambers that holds my every single emotion. It’s one of those ever time-consuming nights where I lie on the hard wooden floor that sends a striking coldness to the outer surface of my skin. The itch of temporary iciness makes me feel numb, which is amusing as I’m already numb to begin with. Every single inch of the four plastered walls that surround my existence, is confining my every individual thought, hiding all my eruptions of words to ever escape to the reality of the outside world. I lie here breathing with every breath, contemplating what to make of the purpose of my life, where the destination is and why am I feeling like I got off the train to early in this ride. Vast memories of the past are lingering in my mind like a series of movie clips – as I wonder to myself.... why am I lonely?
Why do I feel alone?..
Currently listening to: Rosi Golan - Come Around ♪
Why do I feel alone?..
Currently listening to: Rosi Golan - Come Around ♪
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
BEAUTY of the Backyard **
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Beauty is always just around the corner.
Currently listening to: Kelly Clarkson - Already Gone ♪
Beauty is always just around the corner.
Currently listening to: Kelly Clarkson - Already Gone ♪
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Hi Little BEE **
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Things that just belong together.
Currently listening to: Kate Voegele - 99 Times ♪
Things that just belong together.
Currently listening to: Kate Voegele - 99 Times ♪
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Untitled ?
Oh how much my life has changed..
I just can't describe how much I love it, yet at the same time,
I can't even explain how much I miss the way it used to be.
I just can't describe how much I love it, yet at the same time,
I can't even explain how much I miss the way it used to be.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
It Consumes Me **
The notice to the absence of your existence, the missing of your physical being, floats around like an empty ghost. I wonder in curiousity with a bottle of resentment about the days of where your life has brought you. This realization utterly and bitterly consumes me. It's wrapped around me so tightly and tortures me so slowly .. it crept upon me unexpectedly. I always find myself withdrawing from the current realities back to the sincere moments of the interchangeable affection, where the friendship felt like the reason to our existence. So unfortunate to witness a connection above all, fall into broken pieces leaving nothing but cuts of hostility. Despite it all, I anticipate that in the future.. we will meet at the crossroads.
Currently listening to: Drake & Lykke Li - A Little Bit ♪
Currently listening to: Drake & Lykke Li - A Little Bit ♪
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Neglect Much?
It's been a really long while since my last post and I am very disappointed about that.
Something's going to change.
Something's going to change.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Winter F A L L **
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I just can't get enough of water..
Currently listening to: Bloc Party - Signs ♪
I just can't get enough of water..
Currently listening to: Bloc Party - Signs ♪
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Breaks My Heart **
Ever since the moment that I have crashed into the water of realization that I’m drowning in the intense level of admiration as you stay walking on the dry land, it’s been eating me alive. I don’t want to be the one that hangs on your every word, waits for every possibility and hassle for every reassurance. Your heart on my sleeve was supposed to be my reminder, the token of what we are and here I am, vulnerable yet isolated. It’s eating me alive and it breaks my heart.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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