Recollections and Realizations
An outline. Basis of some sort. I’ve written this piece for you. I will not enumerate your best qualities here. I will not add metaphors and allegories to spice this up. I will not put this piece in a positive, fluffy angle. Because this piece is for you. You used to tell me how you find it astounding every time I speak about things other people commonly refer as mundane. I remember...
Only in your embrace is my freedom found.
I will not stop writing. Because during these moments when everything is all mixed up, it helps me understand myself more.
Here's the thing.
I don’t know what I’m feeling for the past few days. I don’t even know if I’m actually feeling something. Everything seems so empty. Yes, I do joke around with my mates and laugh like crazy, but it’s more of a superficial kind of happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing the classic I’m-smiling-but-deep-inside-I’m-hurting thing. It’s...
A Piece for a Pencil
You are a magic wand. Your blackened spine erodes away, scrawling itself against a surface. You then dream up magical places with wizards and witches. You speak of paradise and of the land of milk and cookies. You reveal the lies left undiscovered and the truth left unspoken. How mighty. But you are rendered helpless against the forceful strokes of the blade. I see a fragile core beneath your...
Time check: 10:52
I swear I’m not thinking of you.