i want to crawl up in a nice and comfy cushion
have a cup of cocoa beside me
let the cold envelope me and snuggle into the warmth of a blanket
listen to music or read a good book
then let myself sleep without any troubling thoughts anymore
i can’t wait for that. please. just.
i’m losing it.
swear.
dangling between the present and the past
little boy takes a glimpse,
and it scared him off his hat
dangling between the present and the past
little boy tries to reach,
and grabs nothing but what has lasped
dangling between the present and the past
little boy hushes to listen,
and hears only the echoes of a defeaning blast
dangling between the present and the past
little boy runs to explore
and finds nothing, only the sight of remorse
dangling between the present and the past
little boy looks down below
and jumps out of his wits when he sees what he unmasked
dangling between the present and the past
little boy feels nothing now
and he never went back to class
And I mean the literal verb.
Having our sandals pound furiously as we take each step towards something I did not really know nor cared about.
One of those perfect examples of where “It is the journey that counts.”
muchos gracias to my friends.
(c) Clara Cayosa
Ian Somerhalder, now that you’re within my grasp,
I am not letting this oppurtunity pass.
I promise you that.
We will meet, one way or the other.
*ultimatefangirlmode*
With the summer nearing to its end, I believe that it’s time to jot down the courses that would help me reach that Great Perhaps. Well then, I’ve always thought about the courses, made some mental notes but have not written anything regarding the topic other than for the needed school purposes. Hopefully, this post will clear certain confusions in my head. Special thanks to Camille Cervantes for giving me the idea to do this.
i can feel the piercing coldness crawling through my skin as i placed my hand on the wall to balance myself. the illumination of my phone’s screen barely lit the path as i went deeper into the cave. the cave was quite barren now. the temperature drastically dropped when i reached the area where we usually hold our bonfires and tell these fantastic stories. i crouched down to see if any remnants of our last gathering here were evident. a sigh escaped from my system. it will never be the same, never.
footsteps reverberated inside the cave. well, this is not good. i got up from my sitting position, a bit queasy from the abrupt change. i turned on my cellphone’s screen and it sent off a faint glow inside the cave. i started to jog in a frantic manner towards the mouth of the cave. however a familiar figure stood before the opening of the cave. cor. squinting through the darkness, he seems to be smiling. that was the last i saw him.
and in that moment, your views became unobstructed.
i find this queer, as to being surprised with this God-Only-Knows-How-Much-I-Needed-This epiphany.
hoorah for progress.
at least we’re loading.
rain poured down on her as she walked towards the entrance of a familiar building. the rain made no significance to her bland face. she made her way to the glass door of the building as she clutched on her bag struggling to get pass the dense crowd. her eyes explored the back of the heads of the audience she never expected. utter desperation, took over her as she tugged the sleeves of the man next to her. words escaped from her, quivering in a gradual growth of loudness. the passing cars drowned her pleas. shunned.
LITERALLY.
..but not too much.
too much is bad too.
Jommel swept the sweat on his forehead as the newly risen sun beat down on his arched back. He’s been working since last night and hasn’t stopped for even a minute. This was the longest time he’s worked his whole life, let alone take the job seriously.
Why is he doing this again?
Oh right. It’s for Gina.
He gripped the hammer tighter and took another swing.
