It was midnight and he couldn't help but to stare into nothing, his feelings were gone, they disappeared a long time ago, Every night he'd sit in his room and wonder how bright the stars were out his window.
He looked out and peered into the moonlit ground and got blinded as he looked up at the moon, the moonlight flooded his room and he couldn't make out anything around him. He then shut the blinders and everything became dim again but he felt something different. He felt as if he had caught the "Love bug" and he felt as light as a feather but he just carried on with life telling himself it was nothing.
He denied the feeling he longed for because he feared that he would have his heart ripped out of his chest once more. then it all flashed back to him in his head. Her voice filled his ears and then the finally remembered the girl who he befriended. He finally came to realize that after a long time of wait, He felt love again but he was crushed to discover that she already had someone else to spend the rest of her life with then everything fell back into reality, He had a reality check to see if he was still thinking straight.
He did not speak to her for days thinking that she had forgotten him, at that time, he was hoping she had, because the pain in his heart felt like a burning in his pride, But he somehow managed to keep things to himself, Never again did he want to love.
The days passed be like minutes, He would always ignore her calls thinking he would only be cut down again, but there came a day when she was laying heartbroken on a bed of flowers, He thought that this was his chance to rekindle the flam he used to have for this girl who were laying out cold on the ground, "She's got half a heart" he thought, So he took half of his and stuck it onto hers.
The following nights were perfect, the stars always spelled out her name and ash she tried to spell out his, He'd only be mesmerized by her beauty for his love for her burnt more brightly than the sun itself.
--- Matthew Gilmore
Monday, June 27, 2011
Memory Lane
T'was mid-afternoon as he sat on the window pane peering down onto the crowd of people... "couples" he thought to himself, He must've thought he was in love.
As he was looking down on to the people wandering the world down below his feet he thought "Nothing's normal now". To him, everything seemed too surreal; emptiness overcame him again. He thought of the days he spent with her by the sea shore under the moonlit and star-studded sky for hours on end, He remembered how everytime he'd look at her all his problems would disperse but he wanted to erase his memories of her for his promise of cherishing every moment he spent with her was just nothing more than mere words from now on. He decided he has been spending too much time in solitude and so he took a walk down Thames street where he saw all the old townhouses and reminisced how he used to walk down this street with her, How they used to catch movies down at Broadway. He crashed down when he saw the theatre where he first met her he remembered how her mesmerizing brown hair just took him apart and how her brown eyes just saw right through him. He cried quietly at the curb then someone came up to him, He remembered the foot-step patterns, He looked up and saw her she smiled at him and he too smiled back and then he thought to himself "Maybe things will blow my way again".
As he was looking down on to the people wandering the world down below his feet he thought "Nothing's normal now". To him, everything seemed too surreal; emptiness overcame him again. He thought of the days he spent with her by the sea shore under the moonlit and star-studded sky for hours on end, He remembered how everytime he'd look at her all his problems would disperse but he wanted to erase his memories of her for his promise of cherishing every moment he spent with her was just nothing more than mere words from now on. He decided he has been spending too much time in solitude and so he took a walk down Thames street where he saw all the old townhouses and reminisced how he used to walk down this street with her, How they used to catch movies down at Broadway. He crashed down when he saw the theatre where he first met her he remembered how her mesmerizing brown hair just took him apart and how her brown eyes just saw right through him. He cried quietly at the curb then someone came up to him, He remembered the foot-step patterns, He looked up and saw her she smiled at him and he too smiled back and then he thought to himself "Maybe things will blow my way again".
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Life (in my view)
Life can be lived in many different ways, whether you're in a box and stuck in a day-by-day routine or you're out in the Summer Sun on the beaches where the sky is your limit.
Life is within us all, be it the beating of our hearts or the air we breathe, Life is found wherever it may exist.
Life as we know it can change in the mere blink of an eye or in between the beats of our rhythmic hearts. It may change for the better or for the worse, It all depends on your decisions.
You can choose to spend the rest of your life with that one special group of people whom you share everything with, be it your trials and triumphs or your adventurous escapades.
On the other hand you can choose to spend the rest of your life alone by choice, solitary, high up in the mountain peaks high up above the cloud line looking down on the earth and all in it. Despising each and every little thing that inhabits the rocky planet.
You can always be that one hopeless romantic searching frantically for a lover whom they will love till the very end even after death, Because death will never do two people apart but only separate them physically their love lives on forever in their children and their descendants.
Whether you choose to live a solitary, social or romantic life.
We all hope you have a good one.
Life is within us all, be it the beating of our hearts or the air we breathe, Life is found wherever it may exist.
Life as we know it can change in the mere blink of an eye or in between the beats of our rhythmic hearts. It may change for the better or for the worse, It all depends on your decisions.
You can choose to spend the rest of your life with that one special group of people whom you share everything with, be it your trials and triumphs or your adventurous escapades.
On the other hand you can choose to spend the rest of your life alone by choice, solitary, high up in the mountain peaks high up above the cloud line looking down on the earth and all in it. Despising each and every little thing that inhabits the rocky planet.
You can always be that one hopeless romantic searching frantically for a lover whom they will love till the very end even after death, Because death will never do two people apart but only separate them physically their love lives on forever in their children and their descendants.
Whether you choose to live a solitary, social or romantic life.
We all hope you have a good one.
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