Sunday, August 10, 2014
A sound of greased gears suddenly sounded, and I looked from where it came from. It was a man with a grin from ear to ear. I hugged myself as I watched him cycle closer until he reached in between the former man and me. The cyclist stopped and stared at the sobbing young man and without another sound, took a lamp from his pocket. Through his gestures, I could tell he was trying very hard to offer what was in the lamp, but the crying man did nothing more than digging his fingers onto his own shoulders. The man, smilingly nudged him but the more he tried, the louder the man cried. It was not long before the cyclist turn around still smiling, and saw me not far from where he was. He shrugged and I saw a drop of oil from the lamp he carried. I raised my eyebrows in confusion since I wanted to have nothing to do with either of them and stared another way. He came by soon enough and as he placed his hands into his jacket, he took out a stalk of what was a rose with grease all over. I willingly put out my hand to receive it to find the flower much more greasy than I expected it to be. The cyclist did nothing more but wave good-bye and continued to cycle away smilingly.
A sudden piercing cry was heard, and my attention went back to the pitiful man before the cyclist. Still with his depressed movements, I leaned my head against the rock next to me and sighed. It was a beautiful yet painful sight. Not long after I heard cackles of laughter. I turned to my left to see a group of children running after one another. As I watched them, I wanted to run too, but as my feet got me up, I noticed they had no faces. I watched in disbelief and wondered where the laughter was coming from if it was not from them. Despite the peculiarity, I know that they were enjoying themselves, over what I did not know. The dark haired girl was jumping and tugging the girl in a red shirt, while the short haired girl danced a very clumsy ballet and yet still bowed after every few seconds. The laughter got louder as they approached closer, and that was when I felt great thumps vibrating through the ground. My fist clenched onto the rose I accepted earlier and it even felt greasier. Preparing myself to run, I worried for the sad man and I look across the floor to him. To my surprise, he was not ready to protect himself as I was, Instead I saw his gaping mouth in what looks like an effort to cry or scream even louder than he has been doing. The thumping became greater and I was lost in my actions and thoughts, the laughter was so loud now that I felt as if I was going to lose my hearing. I stood my ground and insisted to myself that I would save the man before whatever was coming were to kill us. Just as I was about to sprint, I saw the origin of the laughter and the thumping. My senses were confused and my brain tried to reason what was happening. It was a teddy bear being pulled by the girl in a red shirt and at every rock it hits, the thumps came through. On the bear was what looked like a little speaker emitting sounds of laughter that coincides very well with the actions of the three girls. She kept pulling the string tied to the collar of her toy and within a short while, I saw the string thin string snap. Quietness conquered the atmosphere once again and I calmed myself down by sitting where I was before. My breaths, I was aware, were deep and my heart raced when I saw the owner of the toy run with tiny steps to the left behind object. As she ran, her hands brushed the crying man, who was then biting his lips and allowing little drips of blood roll down from his chin. She stopped at her tracks and knelt down trying to feel for her teddy bear. My weak mind and body could not bring me to help her and I was glad that she eventually found it through her touch. At her holding the bear, laughter resounded again and as it was before, it was loud. However, instead of running off with her two other friends, she placed the toy behind her and with fumbled steps ran towards her companions to disappear into the mist.
THUMP! went the bear as it fell onto it's back in front of the crying man. He saw the toy and cringed even more. This time his face was hidden behind his curtain of unruly hair, and all my weak soul could do was to watch him in pity.
Monday, June 30, 2014
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Sunday, June 1, 2014
.I know I've already given up on my dreams
.I know I don't like what I am doing
.I hope to be able to sacrifice my happiness for the happiness of others
.I know there is a need for what I am doing now
.I want to achieve my dreams as well
.But I want others to matter more than me
.I forgot that I am nothing but someone who will come to pass
.I hope everyone would consider coming second to everyone around them
.Im selfish and attention seeking
.I don't care because I've given up myself
Sunday, November 24, 2013
It once had been filled with life, joy, laughter and love. It was once empty too, but it had sunshine in every season. All until stormy days were welcomed, and sorrow sets its game.
I stared at the one spot where nothing, no dust, paraphernalia or useless item sat. Just a round spot on that floor, where one had sat wishing for the impossible.
"NO!" It's not impossible...: So I would reply.
Coming back to reality, again the spot remain empty. Turning to the right were papers after papers of incidences and to the left, random things that used to hold much value.
The wishing starts again, but before my feet put itself forward to the empty spot, I should cringe in fear and remember what is and have to be.
The room was now valueless. It held nothing but rubbish. Everything unnecessary, everything that should not have been, existed within that room. Sunlight has fled and the storm was never ceasing. If it was a game, it has ended. If it was a story, it was over. If it was a book, the pages were burnt and torn. Nothing can be helped.
"NO!" It can...It can be helped...: So I would reply
With a laugh that barely left my mouth, I held the doorknob and said "Goodbye"
I have better things to see watch learn fulfil achieve fight battle hone and love.
But the room and it's items will remain the same as the door closes, the sun will not come back. The storm will not fled. Sorrow will still reign in the room. Yes, I have given up.
"NO!" You haven't...You can't!: So I would reply
But I did and I will. Hearing the door being locked, I stare at the key filled with pain, and tossed it under the door in the room.
Placing my ear upon the door, I still heard rain pouring in. Yes, I was hoping it would have ended. I stood back and saw the word placed on the door, honourably written "EMOTIONS". I smiled and walked away. I would need the room someday, I know.
NO!NO!NO!NO! YOU DON'T KNOW!
But it doesn't matter, because whatever matters have been locked out and as the king breathes his last breath, so will the kingdom. All dies none lives, especially I.