th0ughts are made t0 be expressed...
w0rds written succumb individuality...
cynicism is m0st welc0me,,but be prepared f0r the resp0nsibilities therein...
n0t every0ne is end0wed with the gift 0f writing...
but every0ne can try...
f0r w0rds are the best expressi0n,,0f what is hidden in man's hazy percepti0n...
She sits by the window, her face hidden behind the sheer curtains. She has this distant look in her eyes. She didn't want to feel the pain, she thought she was okay. But she thought wrong. Different emotions are starting to surge up, no matter how hard she tried avoiding it. They are like nightmares that constantly haunt her sleep, waking her up in the middle of the night grasping for breath. She feels like a frozen time clock left inside a time capsule that can never be found. She touches the necklace dangled in her neck, the heart pendant that was once her source of joy. Looking at it drifts her back in time, memories started to flood her already clouded mind. She didn't notice it, but tears have started to flow. Her memories have betrayed her again. She feels lost, lost in a pool of questions that can never be answered. What had she done wrong? That, she couldn't think. She sits there in tears for what it seems like eternity. When all of a sudden she wipes her face and stood up. She removed the necklace and went outside. The wind cool upon her face, while the sand brought warmth to her feet. She walks slowly clasping the necklace with both of her hands, having second thoughts of what she's about to do. She wonders on how marvelous it is that shores never meet and yet they share the same sand. She felt relieved with that thought. And she realized that though they don't share the same feeling anymore, at one point in her life they shared the same world. And that's enough for her. It's enough that she got to have the chance of being close to someone that matters to her so much. She placed the necklace in the water, and watches it being embraced by the little blue waves. She folded her hands and closed her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh; not because of regret, but because finally she felt loose. She may not be alright at the present moment. She may still mourn for a love lost tomorrow, or the day after that. But she knows that time can heal, and eventually she'll be out of the misery she's in. She can smile whole-heartedly again, without feeling either hurt or angst. She may wear her heart on her sleeve again, but this time she knows when to stand up when bruised. And when to move on, and let go. She walks back towards her solitude, with her long black hair dancing with the breeze. She didn't look back. No, she didn't. And she never will...
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; F O R E V E R C H A N G I N G ;
:) BEVERLY a.k.a bEvz, bEbanG, kUTing, LeN
:) a juni0r at St.Sch0lastica's c0llege taking up BS-MGT Psychology
:) 21st 0f N0v.1986 was the day my parents were given their sweetest femenin0..he2..
:) i can be y0ur bestest[if such w0rd d0 exist..]best friend, and y0ur nastiest enemy he2..
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; S M I L EF O R M E ;
:) fruitella raspberry!..
:) beaches and windy aftern0ons...
:) sp0ntane0us activities and c0nstant fl0w 0f ideas...
:) pill0ws and c0mfy bed
:) b0oks and a quiet place t0 daydream..he2..
; H O L D I N GO N ;
:) t0 w0rld peace..waha3!
:) the day i'll meet m0ther theresa..
:) t0 skates, skating, figure skating
:) t0 see the end 0f the rainb0w..[yah right!]
:) t0 learn and speak french fluently..[dream 0n!]