He feels trapped.
Heck, he is trapped. He’s inside some kind of glass box and however hard he tries, he just can’t get out. He tries. He’s been trying for a long time now. A day? A month? He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but all he wants to do is get out. But he can’t. There’s no door, no exit. He walks left. He walks right. He walks in every direction but always bangs into a wall. It’s dark, but he knows he’s not alone here. There are people around him watching, laughing at his confusion. He can feel their eyes on his back, piercing through his skin. He’s done asking for help. His voice is hoarse from screaming, begging for someone to help him. His cheeks are stained with tears. His hands are sore from banging the walls, his feet cold from the floor beneath him. He’s trapped, unable to come out. His throat constricts and he can feel the tears sting his eyes. He wants to get out. All he wants is to get out. The people outside should let him come out. They put him in there in the first place. He wanted to come out, he needed to come out, but there was only darkness and walls around him. He walked the same small place repeatedly, screaming and crying in vain. Outside the box, people laughed. Continue reading “Trapped No More”
It’s a chilly winter morning. I can’t feel anything, but that must be because I’m dead. I know this because I see the people wearing black cardigans and sweaters. Some are even wearing black long coats. It’s all black. I told them not to make it all black, but who ever listened to me? Oh well, can’t help it now.
I had a list of how I wanted my funeral to be. I specifically mentioned NO black and NO tears. I also said they should play good music, my music. Instead all I can see is black and tears and all I can hear is the sad melancholy tune of the church choir. Its a sad sight, but I guess that’s how funerals are supposed to be. If I were there I would want someone to kill me, but no one would have. Guess it’s best I did it myself.
I’m floating near a tree, quite far away from the actual ceremony. I wonder if people can see me, but I doubt they can. All people are doing is going to my casket and whispering. I’m curious to know what they might be saying, so I float over there and listen to people speak to my dead body. It’s not eavesdropping, they are talking to me after all. Continue reading “I Died To Live”
Ten people talking to me.
Few more are gathered around the group.
About fifty more present in the hall.
And still, my eyes flick right to you. My lips are moving in a slow mundane way in a boring conversation with people who don’t interest me, but my eyes follow you, follow your every move. You’re fascinating and all I want to do is look at you.
You’re not the prettiest here. You’re not the nicest, not the kindest and not the hottest. But you’re definitely the most memorable. At least to me.
I’ve seen you around before. We’ve talked, I think. We get along too. Others think we wouldn’t, being so different from each other. But we do, and it surprises me, in a good way.
Continue reading “A Fixed Gaze”
I am officially the absolute WORST at challenges. According to the rules, I was supposed to be done with this challenge by… Wednesday? Guess when I’m finishing it? FRIDAY.
Hm. Well, can’t go back in time now, can I?
(I probably still wouldn’t do it but eh)
Oookay so these are the last 3 quotes I have for you guys:
- If you want crappy things to stop happening to you, then stop accepting crap and demand something more.
~ Cristina Yang, Grey’s Anatomy
Continue reading “Last 3 Quotes”
Again, I thank TheLivingMe for nominating me for the 3 Day Quote Challenge! Yes, I didn’t post yesterday and I’m supposed to post EVERYDAY for this challenge, but meh.
1.Thank the person that nominated you.
2. Post 1-3 quotes for consecutive(?) 3 days.
3. Nominate 3 other bloggers each day.
Okay so my quotes for today: Continue reading “3 more quotes I love”
So, its another challenge post
(and totally not an excuse because I have NO stories to up at this moment).
I was nominated by the lovely TheLivingMe for the 3 Day Quote Challenge! Its a pretty cool challenge actually, and I’m very excited to share my favourite quotes with y’all! Continue reading “3 Quotes Are Not Enough”
How do two people become best friends?
Its usually something innocent, something true and raw.
How two best friends lose each other?
That’s a little more complicated than innocence. Continue reading “Best Friends (forever?)”