It feels more, but it is less.
It looks bright with a dim light.
It is frozen with a heat.
It keeps going on, but it doesn't go anywhere.
It feels heavy to open, but I stay awake.
It tastes sweet on the lips, turns sour on the tongue, and it goes bitter on the throat.
It brings laughter in the beginning, smiles in the journey, but tears at the end.
It flies like a butterfly, but landed on the ground as a snail.
Moving... moving... it will take the whole week to get to the end of the road.
Until the heavy rain falls, without thunder, without sunlight, black and wet.
It is too hard to cope with the situation.
But at least it doesn't look plain, it doesn't feel flat, it doesn't mean empty.
It has volume, it has texture, it has taste.
It leaves a memory to remember, that I was there, that you were there, that we were there.
It is love I guess, that I can no longer join in a quest.
Stutter, Suffocate, Surrender.
Feel slender after a slaughter, feel smarter before the soldier.
Staring at the shiny stars, sounds scary for even a spark of the light sheds.
Shrieking selfishly, speaking that sophisticated wisdom softly.
The sky starts giving spatter, but then it goes shattered. Shall I continue or shall I leave?
As I try to spray this secret spice, what I smell is a smear.
See through this smoky horizon, I'm still singing the same old melody; sniffing, swinging, solving a series of stuff.
Sting is what I feel along with a shiver, I suspect that I will seize the summer with a sinner.
Soothe my shoulder, will you? I'm sinking.
I said sorry that I spilled something out.
Something
that brings sinister to this Spartan universe, something far from
smiley faces on your screen, something that sets the stage silent,
something that the sun never wants to shadow. Something sleek by a
sneaky swindler.
Stop it! I'm screaming. Serendipity spins, would you still fancy to win?
Six o' clock stretches to seven, and I still have no soul to shut this stupid silly story.
Sentence serenades into a song, slowly... slowly... sober I still.
Sleep tight in that spacious shelter, survive will come later, but sadness will sacrifice this solitude greater.
Severe sorrow I sense, yet I don't want to spend, this will soar to an end.
Swim swiftly, Sweetheart, and set to sail soon. Someday...
No difference. We are just the black living flesh when the lights go down.
The blood rushes into vein and slightly drops in red when the skin is ripped, but no one is screaming.
Mouth sealed, words unspoken, the victim is in silent.
You can't see the daunting red, only the heartbeat that sprints, competes with the clock that ticks.
Or the air that she breathes blown as cold as the freezing night in Everest.
"Help me!" she whispers from her little mouth, but only few who can hear her powerless voice.
She hopes that it was in the afternoon, and soon she realizes that she will put darkness into her top hated list.
When the sun can't help her, neither the humans do.
The universe agrees with her that when everything looks the same: no color, no make up, and everything just felt like a plain black dress in a funeral; no one knows who would need a helping hand or feel certain they belong to which clan.
Now she misses the rainbow, the blue sea, the mural paintings in a small city alley, the koi fishes, the blooming daffodils in the spring, the tropical punch, and her skin that's evenly painted in yellow but turned to tan in the burning sun.
"Lord, I yearn for the color in my life before this time. So that they know if I am in pain. So the world can clearly see if I was born with the same bone yet the different tone," she regrets deeply inside her heart while waiting for the lights to blink, to kiss their souls; and waiting for the sun to forgive that will reveal the big imperfection wound in her hand.
I wish I never learned how to smile if I know that it would turn into a warm but feeling cold water came out from our eyes but actually came out from our heart that we call it TEARS
I wish I never feel a happiness that would probably serve me a pleasant feeling yesterday if it would turn into a sadness that devastatingly shred, tear, and broke my fragile heart today
I wish I never ever had a dream at all if I know that all of them are just BULLSHIT and never close to reality
I wish I could never feel anything if I know that this feeling is just the sweet but pathetic and tornful illusory
I wish I never ever had a heart cause the heart never lies and finally it is unfold no matter how hard we try to conceal what it is portrayed and also hidden
I wish I could be an angel so I could come and go to leave this earth and I would never be able to feel any emotions and lustful and desire which become a pride for human kind but at the end become an irreversibly regrettable foolish sentiment for them
created by : myself (blog owner)
when we were down, we might think about this, but we must be grateful for every breathe, heart, love, and life given to us. Nothing more precious than being born in this world.
