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Early morning I woke up. Soft purple curtains dress up the windows softly in a quiet way. I am lying on my bed like a dead body. As the cold air blew upon me, I close my eyes. I dream…
With my hands I held my blanket tight, hoping that I will not be alone…hoping that I will not be left behind. I’m wishing upon nothing.
Basking under the afternoon sun, I know I got to do something that is the best for me. But I have never thought of leaving anyone behind. My sunglasses are breaking; my body is contorted with agony. I am contemplated to soak myself with love. I am burning. I want a frenetic lifestyle. In time to come, I will manifest no interest in all this. Yes…. fickle-minded.
Just believe it.
Beautiful evening I sat under a tree. I appeared to be at the beach. The waves were crashing in. Sunset was a feast to the eyes. It was visually stunning. Very gorgeous.......
Couples I saw were walking along the seashore. I am deeply affected. Seeing nobody was by my side sharing the scenery with me, I am utterly wrong to be here.
Cold and freezing night I was with my buddies. I am jaded. I am sedated. The topic they were all talking were uninspiring and disinteresting. Dull and monotonous. Gloomy…. I am.
I walked away quietly. Friends that noticed me looked at me furtively. From my looks they can sense I am apathetic. I just can’t be bothered with I am feeling a bit low.
Wondering…I am thinking. I should do something rather than standing like nothing.
Running all around the place, up and down, everywhere. Down to the kitchen I grab my chocolates. Switching on my rock music and went out-of-my-mind. Screaming I go… jumping here I go again. All my friends were enticed by my behavior they have observe. They all being influence by a maddie in the middle of the night. They start dancing with me. They start jumping. Everybody is intensely moving. We all laugh.
I am jubilated.
Here everyone is tried. Simply tired. They all run to the kitchen to grab for water like hungry souls. I was sitting outside under the starlight. My angry soul rest, telling her:
“ Little baby, please don’t cry…
Everything's gonna to be alright.
You got to be strong,
You have to be strong,
Everything is going to be all right. "
As the rose wilted, the fragrant is still being remembered; the petals are still being collected. Here close to the lips it touches, it was said” fades away.
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Ps. It used to be my essay I used to write
Pps. Just something random to share
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Labels: extracted from my past
