Tic-tac. Tic-tac.It was quarter to nine. I was still in my bed lying anxiously. My eyes were staring at the ceiling; why couldn’t I move at all? My thoughts were filled with him; a feeling that caresses my every nerve. Time came. His time came. Few hours left. Should I visit him?
Aaagh! I dreamt of it again! It was the dream that haunts my placid night. Truly melancholic! Such sadness deep within me arises every time I hear that gloomy sound of clock. Do I really have to be bothered? Make a glorious surrender perhaps? Or portray a wolf’s cry? Tic-tac. Tic-tac. It was twenty-three minutes after eleven. At this time, the moon was shining at its full crescent. I envy her! He never left her; the sky will definitely never leave her. I hope he had that resoluteness to not leave me too, like the sky does. I will certainly shining at my best then too. But my fate has been turned. His heart got tired of me.
I could hardly sleep these past days. This would really make me sick. Am I just excited for the banquet? I should not go there. But I already told them that I’ll come. I ought to be there…so as to be in vain. Hmm… Will he come too? I expect he will. I barely remember the warmth of his touch and his flickering eyes. So lively!I woke up late the next morning. The weather is fine. I noticed the pin at my calendar; it is our anniversary today; an occasion that should be celebrated with a sheer happiness. But just a year ago, I was not…and nobody does.
I decided not to come. Will his fate change if I’ll be there? Will God grant our prayers if I’ll be on his side? Obviously not! I’m not being pessimistic. I’m just being real to myself. I already accepted the cruelty of life. My fairytale will now be ended. I miss that guy. I miss the days when reality was still kind. The raucous laughs, ridiculous thoughts, and glib talks we spent with each other, could I still forget those moments? I should not; but twenty-fourth of June came.
I learned to love the taste of liquors. It seems that I was the last creature to know its delectable taste among my peers. But since I enjoyed its prescence in my system, drinking beer has been my weakness. We, my friends and I, were in the middle of our merrriment when a familiar face came in. He couldn't hide the fact that he was deplorably surprised when he saw me there; in a place where wings turned into horns and tails.
I looked at him proudly; trying to brag that I can live without him and can do things the way he does. But my intentions was not appreciated; he gave a malevolent glance-breaking myself into pieces.
I despise him. I really hated him since the day we met; when he smiled at me with ardent stare; when he sat with me with such respect; when he looked at me with his soulful eyes. I can't explain why he's acting like that. I should not get near to him. One more inch next to him will bring me insanity. Why is it so ardous for me to forget him? His every action strikes my heart in such manner that I couldn't stop myself but to fall..and I hate him for that!
Days pass by ordinarily-attending classes everyday, making requirements, chatting with my friends; all these things somehow killed my boredom. I never get used of these before but now I am comfortable of it. . . :c
After a long time, I got the chance to see him again. He smiled at me, I did the same. He asked me if I'm okay and I nodded. Then the words came instantly from him and started to say, " I miss your voice, your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you crack jokes, the words I love to hear from you. I miss the way we were before.
He hugged me tight. God! He still loves me... and then...
I woke up. ;c
> ants never sleep..
>pigs cant raise their heads to look at the sky..
> butterflies only live for 7 days..
... SEE? You have 3 more reasons why you have to be thankful for today..
Being someone has always its ups and down.
Just remember: While you're complaining bout your situation, someone could be wishing he were in your place.
Sinu loner jan? Damayan tau! Hehehe... It's happy to be single, isn't it?
Masayang kadamay yung mellow musics....
I am now busy typing for my requirements for our english class... Wahahah, of course I find time to post a blog. Luckily, we don't have a class this morning...
Well, my stay at Batangas in sembreak will be fun! I miss my life there.. My family, friends...hmmm... quite hard here in Manila.
I spent most of the time writing lectures and paperwork. It’s so great for man to create these writing materials. Pencil, for instance, is indeed a big help. Funny, that in the middle in the night, I thought that pencil resembles a man’s life. As we sharpen a pencil, it’s like our span of life that was sharpened. Our lives get shorter so as the pencil. It could also pertain to a man, letting go of his son to face the realm.
The memories that we have in the past would never be in our path again. The time wasted won’t go back. As well as the water that has been spilled, when it was returned to its container, could never change the damages. T0his resembles to a pencil’s lead.
However, the only thing that differentiates a pencil to a man’s life, is its capability to eradicate the wrong things the pencil has done.