I just want to say that I’m trying my best.

Even if “best” shouldn’t even be used here. Because, I’ve got this belief that there’s always something better than best.

I’m always in this continuous struggle to be better. Right now, I’m embracing every mistake as a new learning and holding on to it until that fateful day when I’m going to take the test of proving myself.

I will be better.

-end of thought-

Midnight, you sit there on your desk and the clock ticks too fast. There remains beads of sweat across your brow. You try hard not to make a yawn. Even a wink isn’t allowed. Deep sighs could go a long way. A mere scribble of a new word you never want to forget. Emphasizing. Repeating. Ingesting. Hoping. Holding on to that new thought. Wishing hard it won’t become a stray. Then the silent night press hard on you. And that sound of people make when they’re asleep. You rest your arm on your desk. You carefully lay your head. You made a makeshift bed.

Tell me more. Drown me in your infinite words that builds bridges from me to your different world. Sprawled by your ink is an intense pool of definitions that remains traced, etched across my skin. Don’t leave me thirsty for more things waiting to be told. I only ask from the pit of my deepest thoughts that you whisper in my ear, fill me with with what makes of you with just your words.

the trailer i must see but not enthusiastically

oh yeah, it's the trailer. and i haven't seen it yet because the internet is broken.

What Am I Thinking

I wonder why things happen during the times you pray it to never happen. Just when you thought that there will be no problem, something will come up to you and say, “lose hope!” Inch by inch, it will consume your mind making you lose focus on your original mind set. There goes your goal, your dream, and your aspirations.


I’m losing it.


Aha! I can’t believe my pessimism has occupied my head again. And I just realized that I’m speaking like an ignorant being.


I better stop writing crap before it starts ruining me. I’m out.

Trying Something Seemingly and Extraordinaryly New

Tadah!

Look at me now doing
something seemingly and
extraordinarily new for the
first time in my life!

No really. Ever tried walking on
wires, breathing fire, climbing the
Mt. Everest,walking around
upside down and joining the
pep squad? Obviously, one of
the latter is aloof.

PEP Squad.
Things are really getting weird for me...

(^^,)

The Jagged Path

Tiny droplets of rain were falling
on the top of the girl's head as
she continued to trudge a path she
doesn't usually waalk on. Her mind
is swarmed with a plethora of thoughts
making her think more and more.

She actually feels alive at the moment.
She was already pierced by the trials
and frustrations of reality. She already
knew hunger and thirst. She already tasted
blood in her mouth and saw ugly bruises all
over herself. She already felt the impending
doom of death. These things have makes her
feel alive.

Queries just flew here and there in her mind and
she became more confused. Why is she
walking into a different path? Where
is she going? Why does she seem invisible? When
did people become indiffferent and insensitive?
Why is life hard on her? Why is she confused?
Why does she feel a burning pain on her chest?

The pain on her chest is making her
breathless. And she is still marched ahead to
nowhere. The frustrations, pain, and feelings she
keeps are ambiguous, for all
she knew is that she was alone.

She becomes breathless and numb all of a sudden.
And she lays herself carefully across the jagged path.