Once in a while, its sweet
As the title goes, I had not been jotting my feelings down. Not to even say my emotional turmoils that had been used to generate a fantasy story of my own. A story that I could control the outcome, the fate would therefore be in my hands. Alas that power, I do not wish to hold. I just want to let loose and see what comes my way.
If and only ifs, that would be my question for the future. The unspoken truth has already been laid down on the ground. What was laid buried would still emerge from the ground, one day. So for me would it be the stench of decomposed forgotten waste or the sweet oudor of ardour that would never die.
I am glad to admit, despite the fears, once in a while, what was laid back to be forgotten and bring a fresh new perspective to brighten the day. That same memories that caused a tear to fall or an ache to bolt, could also bring a smile upon revelation. Sometimes you just have to feel happy and generally happiness would give you a smooshy feeling that drives your goosebumps to jump. With that you would say actually it was kind of sweet…
I am happy for you as do I hope you are happy for me, no matter who you are out there and what you do out there. To you…
Silent Epilogue
Friends or lovers once, it is never easy to accept that you are no longer considered as one in the eye of the other. It is never easy to take what was once shared and treasured to be displaced into a void. It is never easy to break the bonds that held us tight and close once. All these happened “once upon a time ago”, a moment that was sweet and memorable but it should not affect what stands in the future.
They crossed paths for the final run with nothing else to bare, not even a silent good bye was given to indicate acknowledgement of each other presences. No glaces were given to each other but it was no disrespect. It was a state of embarrassement that emerged as they were trying to transit back to mere strangers on a plane, to make it straight it became a game of cat and mouse.
Icarus mouth did not even move, all that he wanted to say had already been done so. Nothing could once again fill the scars that stood out. Despite still holding on to his lit torch that glows dimmly in him heart for Yvoone, what had happened could no longer be disregarded and put aside. The burden of becoming strangers on his due part was all he could do. With no initiation, Yvoone tried her best to avoid any contact by turning her back against Icarus as he walked past. Her face as emotionless as a ghost, this was to prevent herself from revealing her deepest desires, shown as her flawed weakness in romance.
It is funny that all was led to this end, as dull as it might sound, romance is not for eternity and it has no truth as a world on its own guarded by no bounds. The time they were friends followed by lovers and finally back to strangers, it was spreaded wide with breath and was filled with avalanches that held no depth. All these motions of anguish and joy would just disintergrate with time as usual into memories dusts.
Icarus returned to his seat and continued chatting with Ariel. His face stuttered slight truth of his emotion but he held on with his suppression, never to divulge a single secret that relates to affairs of his heart. Yvoone remained seated, peering through the window of her seat. With that no one could tell but the skies and light that she was disappointed that all came to a naught between her and Icarus. However as much as they do not wish to accept what it had came to, it was simple, there was nothing they could do about it. All that was left were just little dust specks of memories, that lavishes on each time they encounter.
But all they could know, this might just be their last time as the final speck of dust flew off with the breeze that flowed when Icarus walked past Yvoone for the last stretch. It felt like infinity, those little dusts. However eventually all would run its final lap as did Yvoone and Icarus. Their story has to end and this was their ending, a silent greeting that admited each other’s relationship together prior to all the pain that led to this irreversible end. The most saddening was to see through the pain they had to put into avoiding each other, a “Good Bye” even before they would say “Hi”, everytime they meet.
The End…?
Niceeee
(via perfectmistakeee)
New year
Just a day ago it was 2011. I would have to write the date as 11. Yet soon enough it is 2012 and with every date written, it would end with 12.
So what lies ahead of me for the new year? My ns life, adjusting to what this service has to offer and change me. Im still awaiting for surprises that it would offer and what I can achieve. But that put aside, I am awaiting for the thrills as we turn 21.
21st is a scary breakthrough as we enter an unknown trek into boundless possibilities and world. Why do I speak in collective noun for us? It is none other than the fact that most of my dear friends are of the same age. We have known each other for a long run now. I am glad despite our strict limited time, we still manage to meet up and bond.
This is the first day and im already really excited. Please be a princess my dear 2012 as we waltz in a reign of fun adventures with friends and love ones.
New Year’s Confusion
The mist of confusion covers our faults and allows us to portray ourselves in an outstanding light that alternate our persona. In a universe of our own, we seek no recognition to our avatars but to take on a parallel life where choices we make has no repercussions. But it is never the case.
The concussion of the festive season still rings in their head. The constant ringing reverberates in their ears like warning from a disaster siren. The stress from their affair was leading up and hitting the nerves of Yvonne. She was edgy and wish that no one would get in her way. But it was impossible. She was lost, literally, unable to make left and right.
However that was a small matter that would only bring her a little peace and quiet from the random thoughts and choices she has to make. It was really a wonder that Yvonne could find solace in the outdoor on this day, New Year’s Eve. Apparently she had no mind on celebrating the coming New Year with the old, vined and wrapped all around her. Her mind was preoccupied by a layer of mist and laid her in a trace, walking around in circes.
Soon the dark skies above lit up. For that split second, accompanied by loud short bangs. The New Year had befell as Yvonne was lost, and the celebratory fireworks are decorating the skies to welcome the New Year with a bang. Red, Green, Yellow, Blue, the colours took turns to put a shade on Yvonne’s dark face.
“Ph Ph Phw”, the panting went. Yvonne turned to look at the direction of the heavy breathing and footsteps. It was Icarus. She was confused, and asked herself why was he here? Another boulder seemed to crush on her as she got more flustered. “Why are you here, can you just leave me alone!”, in an agitated tone she threw her words at Icarus. Icarus just took light steps, slowed and kept quiet. He stood still, panting lightly, waiting for his cue.
After a while, Yvonne could no longer put up her strong front and broke down. She teared, and finally crying aloud as her mucus ran. Her eyeliner could no longer stay as her tears ran down which made her face a total mess. Icarus with the ache in his heart to see Yvonne in pain, ran up to her and hugged her.
He placed her face in his shoulder and said “Don’t take our anamnesis as your sin. Put it behind you as there is always the new year for you to correct everything. Remember this, no matter how lost we are, we can always look up to the sky, and in the sky, there would be our guidance star.” as he finished, he directed her head towards the sky and point to the countless star that lit the sky to direct every lost soul in the New Year.
To Be Continued…
Happy New Year’s Eve and Get Ready For 2012!!
