I'll explain later in the post about it.
I've not been posting for the past days.
So this was mainly what happened:
Monday :-
I went out with friends the whole day.Had a long and fruitful chat with my best friend, who's birthday was the main cause of going out altogether.
Tuesday:-
Decided to stay in for a day.Updating my last time nonexistent music list. These days I feel tensed up for no reason at all.So music relieves me a bit.
So my current top 5 are:
1.Way Back Into Love- Music And Lyrics Soundtrack
2.Viva La Vida- Coldplay
3.Whatsername- Greenday
4.I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
5.This Hyper World- Lemon Demon
Also while surfing the net I found a beautiful Rembrandt...
The picture above shows it.
I somehow got attached to it and love it.
Anyways I'm getting lazier to post these days but i'm posting for frequently.
When the holidays so will the frequency of my blog entries.
All for now.
Bye.
Well I kept my promise.
I did say I in an earlier post that I'll blast this blog with everything I've got during the hols.
And I'm keeping it.
Here I am in my best friend's house.
Typing.
I didn't manage to escape that hole.
I went and now I have a sprained shoulder.
Thanks a lot, girl.*
I wonder how the silence will effect me later on.
I am escaping the weekend.
But how can I face the rest of the week?
Must go in with my head tall and strong.
If doubt will cross my heart,
Everything will come crashing down.
So what should I type now?
What gaping hole in my life should I fill this time?
Never mind, I'm too lazy to type.
I just wanted to keep up with my promise.
If I have anything to chat about I'll let this blog know.
It's a post after lunch.Hooray!I guess I'll blast this blog with all I've got during the holidays.And I promise that.
Have to keep myself busy.As I type, my uncle and my mum are chatting.Dad's glued to the telly because of the Beijing Olympics.Music is playing as I type to fill the silence.I finally understand the term "silence is deafening" to it's full extent.Mainly it's Coldplay's latest hit "Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends".Cool name eh?It's on replay because I just love it.
I can't read because the fear of losing my edge.In two hours, I'm going to leave for Tae-Kwon-Do and my gym is one quiet place.Damn, I'm scared.Really scared of losing my edge.The only hope is to not go but I don't have a chance in the world.Mum is like if I don't go I'll have to quit.Damn.
Another sad thing is that I'm going to miss Christian Fellowship's Pool Party!I really wanted to go but never mind.Sigh.I'll keep this blog updated as I can.I'm going to try and squeeze my way out of this hole.Wishing myself luck.Good luck.
I can feel my gut clenching itself.
I don't know what to say.
So I type.
Somehow I like to type better than writing.
It's neater I guess.
I like neat.
Except when I'm lazy.
I'm typing because I am making my mind busy.
So it won't stray off and hit sensitive subjects.
I wrote all about it and my fear that it's.......
LOVE.
Love is everything.
Because God is everything and God is love.
But I suddenly see that love is a popular subject these days.
Bestsellers are mainly based on love.
Music is mainly governed by love.
Does this all this speed up the phase of puberty?
Does this somehow make it a must for young ones to fall in love?
That everyone else seems to be but them.
Does that drive to land their emotions on any close friend?
Without even knowing what they're like behind closed doors.
The burning desire to impress pushes them to the very limits.
Possibly beyond.
Maybe that's why most suicides are love-related.
But it's not love.
Instead it's infatuation.
Love cannot cause violence.
For love is God.
Nothing so pure can be blamed for such petty things.
So how do I fit in the picture?
Am I infatuated or in love?
Infatuation means obsessive love.
It would help me if I know what I was obsessed about.
So infatuation is crossed off.
So is it love?
Is it love, that's causing my gut to clench in nerves?
Is it love, that I look forward to each day with newfound enthusiasm?
Is it love, that I feel change blasting through every pore in my skin?
Is it love, that I suddenly became more confident with myself?
How should I know?
I just think and type.
Mysteries will unravel in time and soon it will be revealed.
Till then, I just type.
The holidays have begun but I am somehow filled with dread towards it.I think it's because I've grown used to everyone around me.I've been an only child for my whole life. This year and only this year, I've made bonds so strong like blood itself.
The saying goes "Blood is thicker than water". But can water merge into blood? In my case, yes. For the first time, I feel welcome and safe. Some friends have merged into brothers and sisters for me. Also, I joined my school's Christian Fellowship and they fill me with a sort of comfiness that I feel at home.
I now face the holidays. All my friends go off and so do I. Now I face a empty void in my heart that tries to rule me with misery and grief.Will I give in?
No. The mind must rule the heart. So, I keep myself busy.No daydreaming at all in case I let my guard down.It happened once. My gut clenched as the idea of loneliness hit me.I blasted back with happy memories rushing through my head. Lately, massive migraines are common but I let them be.They somehow serve as a reminder that blank thoughts will lead to crushing realization of being empty.
Strangely, I've never felt this way before. Is this related to the major shift in writing? Someone told me I'm in love but no, love is an easy excuse out of every damn thing in this world.There something bigger and darker behind it.
But something still haunts me. What if I'm just paranoid and it's truly love after all?
I am bored.
So I type.
I am on the search of what my inspiration triggers are.
Last week was the clincher.
20 over poems doesn't happen overnight.
Seriously.
Something fueled it.
Note that the two were love poems.
Parting Gazes was about breaking up.
Love's First Move was about a love stricken man.
The 20 over poems were from different genres.
So I divided them by memory into their genres.
12 were about love.
3 were about death.
Roughly 4 were about family.
1 was about religion.
The rest was about life.
I noticed a major shift in my writing.
I wrote about love more than anything else.
Strangely, I don't have any major relationships or crushes or whatever,
Although, I do seem more comfortable in that genre.
Strange.
Oh yeah, I got 500 for "Troubles And Toffees"
Even that's based on love,
God, whats happening!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Okay, calmed down.
I realised I'm becoming the very thing I hated last time.
But now I'm seemingly embracing it,
And it's swallowing me whole,
And I love it,
Every second of it.
Anyways, back to the inspiration triggers.
I guess the triggers were:-
-An empty styrofoam cup of coffee
-A glance into an office building and I saw a man breaking down at his table
-The sound of a strange metallic object hitting the ground.
-The smell of a fancy restaurant that I was passing
-My librarian blazer
-Some classical music that was being played in a house near my school.
-Adrenaline rushes I've been getting recently
-Friends
I don't know why but this whole week itself I wrote almost 20 poems.
These are the favourites.
Here's Parting Gazes.
Parting Gazes
As the world caresses a dying flower,
We will not meet again,
I will disappear from your gaze,
Shall we part, but do not haste,
Blinking eyes of the heart,
Now is cold as we grow apart,
Hazel eyes, lips so pure,
My love for her is now no more,
With an end and with a start,
Each of us has played their part,
Story concludes, each takes a turn,
Away from each other hearts will burn,
Tears flow down from her face,
Never dousing her radiant grace,
I loved her so, but not this way,
My heart now breaks as I turn away,
Alas, the world turns so slow,
Wind chimes along with the gentle flow,
Same with love, our hearts beat along,
Once it was, but now it’s gone,
Goodbye my love, I say farewell,
Leaving you is my personal hell,
We were blind but now we see,
That our love can never be.
END.
Then there's Love's First Move.
Love’s First Move by Mark Lester
It was cruel and yet so good,
She came and washed away my dark mood,
Startling me, I backed away,
But silently wishing for her to stay,
I never knew this side of me,
With her around, I feel so free,
Opening my heart and leaving it be,
Where it was once under lock and key,
But all of this does she know,
That I’ll never try and let her go,
Arms open, she’ll always embrace,
Dazzling me with her beautiful face,
Am I in love or am I insane,
Personal bliss or taunting pain,
Did I tell how she smiles,
For that I’ll walk so many miles,
Now the first move I shall make,
Being cautious each step I take,
Must hurry though because if I wait too long,
End.
There was actually loads more but I can't remember.
These two popped into my mind when I was carrying a notebook.
So lesson in life is to carry a notebook wherever I go.
That's all for now.
The beginning of today was hell.
I'm typing fast because it's near midnight.
The end part of my day was great.
As before, won't delve into bad parts.
So here were the good parts in short.
-I enjoyed a relaxed day of studying
-Had some time chatting with friends over food (best way for me)
-I helped friend with maps
-I labelled maps
-I rushed around school (I like rushing around)
-I got a hug (for the maps)*
-I succeeded in my diet because I barely ate
-I felt good
-My headache and sinus cleared.
-Wainy Days 22 came out
-It's my BIRTHDAY!!!!
*same person
Cool title?
I don't know.
I just write.
I know that it's been a while but I have to say that I can't really use the computer much.
People say that life is boring.
Is it?
They don't try hard enough to look closely at each day for blessings and opportunities.
I never have had a boring day since I realized it.
Here's a poem:
Yellow light breaks the darkness of sky,
Open wings, ready to fly,
Kiss of flowers, to bloom the land,
Escaping the night's cruel, cold hand,
Yearning hearts waiting to be found,
Eternal bliss, then in their grasp,
Each soul a partner it must.
Check each the first letters....
YOKE YEE.
Kind of weird.If you read closer you'll find her name in another post I think.
Why I wrote a poem with her name?
I don't know.
I just write.
Seriously.
I write tons of poems.
Problem is....
I have paper issues.
With soft paper I refuse to write,
I prefer hard, firm paper or notebook paper.
I wrote this with notebook paper.
Then, I crumpled it and stuffed it in my pocket.
When I got back home, I found it, so I typed it out.
Serious problems with my poems and stories is that if I read them, I destroy them.
Seriously.
It's been a great week!Everything been's smooth the whole week except Thursday but never mind.The best two days were Saturday and Sunday.
But before I go into detail, I must explain on how I got tickets to the Interact International Understanding Day.Yes, I know it's sounds formal but believe me it's just the opposite.
Firstly, I didn't even plan to go.But then, Justin asked me if I was going and I said no.Later that day, I was pondering over it.I decided to hell with my boring lifestyle and go for it.Now the challenge was to actually get my parents to allow me to go.I had a shouting match last week and they weren't going to let me go so easily.
I used Justin's name (which was true) that he asked me if I was going and that he'll go if I go.So, they asked about details of the event which I didn't know and after giving all the details the next day, Dad said that I can go if I was in good behaviour.Thursday.The only bad day.My Malay tuition work was done but I lost the book.Damn.I stayed up the whole night and did the work all over again.All for the tickets.But was it worth it?
Hell yes!
I'll fast forward a bit to the part where we reached the event hall.It was really cramped with chairs and felt a bit odd because nearly everyone was wearing black and I was wearing scarlet red.The event started with a couple of shows which were kinda okay but boring.A couple of speeches. Usual drill.Then, food was served in a buffet-like manner.I took like a bit of every dish because I paid 15 bucks for tickets and I'm going to eat my money's worth.So after the food, chairs were taken away and a couple of bands rocked our socks off.Then, it was dance floor time.
I'm like "What?!Dancing!!No way!". So then I was watching and again I thought "to hell with my boring lifestyle" and jumped in.The music just flowed through and I was dancing with incredible flexibility.The music was one with me.It changed, I changed.I took a break when They played an Indian song on request.My Tae-kwon-do Sir who's a Form 5 student in my school grabbed me and thrust me through the crowd into the middle.Raehan, a good friend grabbed me by the man-boobs and forced me to dance.I seriously danced like nobody's business.
People were cheering and I loved every second of it.
After the dancing, everyone was slowly going home.Jensen and Zul shook my hand and said that they respect me for my dancing.Yi May, said that my dancing was amazing and never knew I could dance like that.Raehan told me to keep the dancing alive and get out the shell I encase myself in.Loads of people, loads of praise.I loved it.
If that wasn't enough, mum picked me up and told me that Aaron was coming over.Yay!
To be continued....
Chapter 2 has been deleted.
Why?
Why should write about my worst day?
I should just swallow and forget that bitter pill.
And immerse myself in happiness and move forward in smiles.
AND I'M STILL ALIVE!!!!
That's what the lyrics are for and plus the fact I love that song!
I just wish that I have an XBox 360 to play Portal.
I will edit the title of The Best Day post to be better.
That's all for now.
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: huge success.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture science.
We do what we must because we can.
For the good of all of us
Except the ones who are dead.
(Chorus 1)
But there's no sense crying over every mistake
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake
And the science gets done and you make a neat gun
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
And as they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you.
(Chorus 2)
Now these points of data make a beautiful line
And we're out of beta we're releasing on time.
So I'm glad I got burned think of all the things we learned
For the people who are still alive
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa -
That was a joke. Haha. Fat chance.
Anyway, this cake is great:
It's so delicious and moist.
(Chorus 3)
Look at me still talking when there's science to do.
When I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you.
I've experiments to run there is research to be done
On the people who are still alive
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
I feel fantastic and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
Still alive
Still alive
-Portal-
It's like this.
The first parts of my day was amazing.
The last parts were dreadful.
So I'll separate them in two chapters.
Chapter 1 = The Best Day Of My Life
Chapter 2 = The Worst Day Of My Life
Chapter I
It started with me waking up early and realising that my sore throat was gone.Then, I had my bath and regretted having chosen to go for librarian duty but I still decided to go.I had cereal and went to tuition which was quite good as I could answer all questions given.After tuition,Justin and I waited for my dad who was fetching us and sending us to school for duty.While waiting, I had a walk around the park which refreshed me.I've always liked walking.My dad soon appeared and we went to school.It turns out that the next week was library week and all librarians were decorating.Yay!Decorating is way more fun than arranging books.Plus, Yoke Yee, Rakessh, Adam A. and some others were there.It was more fun with them around.I did some deco work on the tables, taping strips of colour paper to the edges of the tables.I DID A WHOLE SIDE!!!!(it's long)
At some point,Justin was teasing Rakessh and Rakessh hit himself on the head with a hammer.We were laughing a lot at Rakessh because he got into a box and Adam together with Justin overturned to get him out.Yoke Yee was doing some finishing touches on her Sejarah project which the Form 1s' had to do.She wanted to punch a hole through but I offered to buy her the slip-on folder when Dad took us (Justin and I) out for lunch.Anyways,Rakessh lost his shoes and we all told him different places to look in which he finally did.I looked at my watch and realised Dad was waiting outside to take us for lunch.So I rushed outside dragging Justin.We ate chicken rice which was okay and I bought the folder for her.
Dad dropped us off at the school and we walked inside.Pavithran was at the entrance so I chatted with him for a while.I was going back to the library to give the folder but then I saw Yoke Yee sitting in the canteen doing her project so I gave the folder.She got happy and suddenly hugged me.It felt weird but it only happened for a split second and I didn't think much of it.As she went back to her place, Shaun asked to help me with some work that Pn Tan asked him to do.I called Pav and we went and keyed in the marks. We cracked loads of jokes while keying in the marks and we only finished around 1:30.
I'm tired of typing and will continue Chapter 2 later.
Phew!It's been a while since my last post because I was at a charity event.It's called the Relay For Life and it's for celebrating the survivors of cancer and remembering the victims.The event starts at 6pm and ends at 10am the next day.Most people leave and come back but others like Justin and I stay the whole time.
Loads of performances.Even my friend Sherie Mae along with her friends performed a dance.The food was okay but at night we ate a bundle because my dad's friends brought loads of food like pizza and nasi lemak.My God, we were stuffed.Also, Milo was giving out free samples and we took loads of it.My church Youth Ministry came but I was never close to them and didn't talk much.I saw a couple of people I knew.I can definitely go for PR because when I see someone I know,I can smile immediately and they smile back.
I grabbed about three hours of sleep which was enough I guess.Slept on the track's sidelines without a sleeping bag!Couldn't care a damn.I knocked out cold.My dad said I looked like a dead man.Starbucks came later giving out free black coffee which I drank but gave me a headache.Officially,we walked 31 times around the 400m track which means I walked 12.4KM!!!!
That's about it.Got some problems but won't go into detail.Bye!
The few people that actually read my blog have asked me countless of times on why green apples as the theme for my blog.
The reason is very anti-climatic.One sleepover at my best friend, Justin's, house caused it.We were drifting off to sleep when he suddenly pictured a green apple falling from the skyscraper.He told me this but I shrugged it off and went to sleep.
I guess the thought must have been playing in my mind.So, when I was naming the blog I decided to add Green Apple to the twist.The original title was "The Chronicles of Mindscope" but then again Mindscope was my pen name and didn't really fit right.So then Green Apple came up and it sounded perfect.A tad odd but perfect by my standards.
The old idea for the story is thrown away but now a fresh one has reemerged.This time I'll use my real name and the real names of friends playing their own characters but a couple of made-up names have to be there too.Thinking something along the lines of aura but couldn't put my hopes too high.I was always known for scrapping plenty of ideas.Another reason for this blog was to archive ideas for stories and poems.
I'll include a list of characters included for the script later on.
Tired now,
Shadows break at early dawn,
As we awake like the newly-born,
Silence shattered with cars and trains,
Awaking also our mortal pains,
But life moves on we cannot wait,
Or get surrounded by an envelope of hate,
Appointments missed and troubles arise,
Hesitation comes with a heavy price,
To forget and to forgive we pray,
Hoping for happiness to come the next day,
But what if tomorrow's worse,
Will we ever escape this curse,
Bitter and cruel life may seem,
All like and unpleasant dream,
Trying is best to seek and find,
That special something you've left behind,
Life goes beyond our mundane lives,
It journeys till the heavenly skies,
To open your mind and fly away,
That's the key to a happy day,
A happy day pays so much,
Like a lover's smile or a pleasant lunch,
Suddenly angry waves sweep it away,
Another bad and horrible day,
Learn to dodge the waves you must,
For then a happy day you can trust,
From them,you cannot run and hide,
You must face the angry tide,
Happy thoughts is your breath,
To swim through the angry threats,
Now you learn and keep it alive,
As you take your pleasant dive,
Congratulations,you've passed the test,
Now you can handle the rest,
So go out into the world and say,
"I'VE HAD A HAPPY DAY"
The exam's are over and I can finally use the computer!
I think that I had the weirdest and most disgusting adventure of my life.
I had to go to the toilet in school.
The smell was so horrible that I decided to sneak into the teacher's toilet.
I puked in my hands while walking up the stairs imagining the smell. (Dudette will understand)
Cupped the puke and ran to the teacher's toilet.
The door wouldn't close due to technical difficulties.
The excitement caused my bladders to release.
I wet my pants a bit and got the rest out safely.
Threw some water over my pants to get rid of the smell.
Lied to everyone that I fell in the school pond.
Oh yeah, I washed my hands in the toilet.
That's it,
Got a couple of Bombay ducks but minor ones.
Teaching Jit Wai how to get some too.He's very interested.
Exam's were okay but no promises.
Guess that's all.
Till next time.
Last Chance
The song of bird now is gone,
Bitter chill at the crack of dawn,
Gusty winds rip trees away,
Only thing to do is pray
Now as the buildings shatter,
One by one lives don’t matter,
Tsunamis strikes as tears flow,
As the sun loses it’s glow
No santuary or haven,
The face of the earth is shaven,
Stripped bare to the knees,
Useless are our struggling pleas
It seems as now the world,
Must meet an early end,
Clocks of destruction twirled,
Rules of reality will bend
Because God isnt as cruel as such
Give us one chance as much
From the ashes we’ll build again
Despite our infinite pain
With this a lesson learnt
The reason why our world burnt,
Neglecting that of a higher being,
Who is of course the All-Seeing.
I have less than 15 minutes to type this post.I'm typing from my school computer which is slower than any computer I"ve been on.This is will be hard for me but a challenge is a challenge.
Lately, I just off my crutches. Literally, today morning. I CAN WALK AGAIN!!!!
Still, my leg hurts because I never used it in a long time.Hurts like hell.My arms also need some workout to be back in shape after my shoulder strain which the doctors only found today.
I guess this was one my greatest trials in life.
But I'm sure more will come in time.
Hopefully, not so soon!
Time's not over but I have nothing else to write about.
Until my next post,
Mark lester
-What you see is reality.What you dream is an illusion.To confuse the two, you'll find disaster.-
Just a saying I made up.
I hate it. When everything moves so swiftly, then, a wave sweeps everything you've spent your time on.The wave could be anything.Harsh words,sour faces,angry retorts, almost anything.That's when we plan to get back up and stop the wave in it's tracks.Dig traps such as a tree hole to fill and bury the anger and revenge stored up.To forgive and to forget.To sleep and dream of good things and wake up without a worry.
While on crutches,I realize that the world moves a chessboard.Success in life is winning a piece and heartaches and pains a loss.That everything is so perfectly executed, in wins or losses, everything falls into place.Sacrificing a rook for a queen.Losing your job only to find your true love on the train back home. So perfect and intricate is this chessboard of life that one move wrong and the precious scale of balance is lost.Thus, leading you to work harder to even the odds.
I observe people with an eager interest.From the labourer so unwilling to part with his money to the rich men with bodyguards on every side.To observe human behaviour, their faults and their strengths.It's so amazing.While in the hospital I wrote the following that I guess puts this whole post in summarizaton.
We are fine but then pushed down,
By waves of angry sounds,
But do not fret we'll rise again,
Ignoring all the minor pains
But lesson learnt we now prepare,
Of other waves that we despair,
To dig tree holes to trap them in,
Now they cry and now we grin,
But every move is replied by another,
From a friend,sister or brother,
Hate,love,birth and death,
Game conditions that have to be met,
We win some and lose some,
But there is still more to come,
Short, this game is not,
Haunt us till the day we rot,
But in the end we're all same,
All playing this twisted game,
Whether you win or lose'
It's not up to you to choose,
For above us all there He lies,
A Power unworthy of mortal eyes,
He sets the rules and keeps the time,
Every beat, rhythm, and rhyme,
Good luck my friend in your game,
I hope you wish me the same,
As I say we're all the same,
Here, playing this twisted game.
Some junk food promoters had been giving out free samples outside my school and every packet had a free Transformer Mini-card.I have a serious addiction when it comes to collecting freebies.It's a passion that seems to run in my family.My dad and his dad too were both freebie fanatics.I even become anxious when there's a free contest around like giving out movie posters or magazines and I'm not there. Once, I attended a sci-fi convention with my friends. I went in without anything and walked out carrying loads of stuff that I won and collected from the convention.THEY EVEN GAVE FREE although extremely diluted VODKA! Heck, I have so much freebies at home that my mum is trying to get rid of them so I'm keeping them away from sight as long as I can.
P.S Still on crutches
Got a new idea for a story ( hopes it gets written)
Hungry.
One week ago, I experienced a miracle.I fell through a roof as it cracked beneath me and I fell 12 feet down.No bones were broken except for a minor fracture in my thighbone.Miracle right?
Now one would believe that I was fixing something or looking at the stars but I (ridiculously)
was chasing a robber.Yes. A robber was standing outside my window and when I saw him, my body took a mind of its own.I jumped out after him and gave chase.Unfortunately, the roof gave way and I fell through.The shock stopped me from breathing until I calmed myself down and precious air came bursting through.
Comically, I had landed in my neighbour's house.They took me back home where my mother checked for major injuries as my dad looked for my documents.Rushing to the hospital, my dad beat red lights while blaring the horn and putting on the hazard lights.
At the hospital,they put me on a wheelchair as my parents settled the insurance claims My mum was also a doctor and had good connections some of the best orthopedists and was making sure I was in the best of hands.I was put on a bed while nurses tended to my wounds.Soon, I was forced to roll onto a stretcher.The pain was agonizing as I had lean on my injured thigh and shoulder to roll onto the stretcher.On the stretcher, I was rolled into X-ray where they took multiple X-rays of my hip,chest, thigh and shoulder.
The rest is a blur but I vaguely remember my sarcastic uncle visiting me and being sent to my ward.From there, I entered blissful sleep.
You know it. You always knew it. The moment it passes you, brushes your face, reaches your ears, you know.
At any moment of life, it strikes. And for me, it happened yesterday.
Heavy footsteps pave my way as I walked through the shopping complex. Sounds of conversations burst through my ears. Ignoring them I made through the buzzing crowd and tagging along was a friend. I sensed it. At the very back of my brain, but as a fool I willingly ignored it. Then I heard it.
"But she never even came!", a voice said above them all. I turned and saw brimming tears in the eyes of the speaker. Never have I seen nor felt this in my heart and in my soul. My senses went overboard as the words registered in my brain. I wanted to reach out and console the sad eyes of that angel. But alas, I never did.
Logic overcame me. I knew that talking to a person like that would only bring the worse. So I turned my head and walked away.
I would never forget that face for etched in the ashes of my mind it is. It only shows that life is a game. A cruel one to put it at. Grasping the very nature of it will welcome insanity, pure and whole. So stop and let the Universe envelope you, for why do we bother for such petty things.
For far and forever,
Tears will fall and memories will fade,
We move on and we forget,
As we dance with the angels...