Drowned

Days and hours of thinking, yet it leaves me facing a blank wall. So many things rushing into my mind, so many thoughts battering my puny head. I lay my head heavy in a pillow of thorns, I clamour the silence that sits within my dreams. Dementia calling my weak soul, the keeper anxious to keep my silence bound. My body lies in marsh waters, darkened by the night and polluted with countless thoughts. For weeks I stayed silent and my spirit drowned into oblivion.

My Monotonous Cycle

A year ender and a vicious cycle, I always end up being a bait for crooks every December. It's the like here today gone tomorrow, the cellphone had its use but kept a lot of sad memories. There goes my sacrificial item, something to fend away any bad luck that could've happened to me this year. A good but solitary year passed without too much turmoil, tears had to flow but every drop had to be shed.
I need to leave those memories behind now and get me a new set this year. May it be good or bad I did learned a thing or two then, something worth keeping and remembering. I guess I'll be expecting another solitary year again.
Patching-up things would be the first thing I have to do, that would atleast release me from the monotony of it all.

Chaos And Pity

Days passed by and no message of any sorts. A simple argument that has turned into a misunderstanding. Words are words, enough said.
Confining myself seemed a good idea, but how come it became a lot more complicated. Curse whatever it is that clouds my mind, curse the promise that I had to give. All I want is to cause no trouble, is it too much to ask for? A part of me seeks my missing piece, coming back will complete me but will cause my spirit to crumble.
Regret never came when I stepped forth and showed my intent, it never came when I stepped back to accept defeat, the word came in when I left and said goodbye. I pity myself for the cowardly act, the voices told me that it was the right thing to do and I followed. Now I'm back to reality and everything is gone, it's time to go on with life like the lines of a lonely song.

On The Street Called Solitude, Under The Tree Of Hope

Life is never complete without love. Platonic love, something that makes your day, makes their day and ruins mine. Ruin does sound too harsh hmmm... let me think. Okay this sounds better, it is something that makes your day, makes their day and reminds me that life is not a fairy tale and princesses can turn into hags. I know you won't agree, but you have to be in my shoe to know what it's like. Acceptance, a word that I learned from Patty. He made a lot of sense when he explained it to me. Accept the fact that there is only YES and NO. NO means you were'nt chosen and he/she prefers another person, that's it. Reasons will only clutter your mind with self-pity, yeah I know I'm guilty. Going this far is a milestone for me, I usually quit on them because of some weird cause. I know it's not my time yet, immaturity must be one of the reasons and here comes the long list of imperfections.
I got lost along the way that's why I got here on the street called solitude, under the tree of hope. Standing here waiting for someone to pass by so that I can ask for directions. As of now I still am hoping to meet someone who'll gladly walk with me till the end of my journey.

In A Game Called Life And A Place Called Midgard

One normal day in a place called Midgard at the City of Prontera, I was wandering along the streets when somebody called me. She was asking for some assistance, so I went back to give some. She's a merchant, a cute one too although she does'nt seem to know how to use her cart. She reminded me of my days when I was a merchant, so I gave her more than what she asked for. A couple of equips, a boost and a few advices in her path to being a Blacksmith. It turned out that she's not a novice at all, then we started to chat. Her name is 'Annie' and she caught me my attention in the right time, I was having some problems in real life. She tried to make me smile, she even offered a ride on her car although that's too farfetched, then she started telling things about herself. We went on for several hours of chatting. As it turned out, she's twice my age already and still has a kid inside her. Well it's good to know that the body grew but child inside her is still active.
'Annie' does talk like a kid, having these weird things on her mind, then suddenly going mum. We usually meet at the City of Morroc, that's where she usually hangs out. We've talked about life and the things that happen around us, but what caught me was something else. There is this something that shows whenever she talks about her family. I don't know what it is, but I feel that there is something that she needs to breathe out. A part of her is searching for help, I can only do so little for her.
Time taught me things and one of them is realizing that I am no messiah. All of us will go through these route and we have to be ready. Life is not only a journey, it's a game where we need to find something. It's a piece of us that we need to find during the journey, our task is to keep it till the journey ends. We may seem to loose the piece, but all we need to remember is to look at our pockets and smile. That piece never leaves us, we just have to open our eyes and see that it's there with us.