Thursday, June 20, 2013

Falling

The worst feeling is not to be judged by people; it is to be judged by those you like and love.

She is a vulnerable girl. She has been hurt so many times. She falls for people easily; she easily gets attached even though she tries to keep a distance. When someone gets close, she accepts them quickly, even without realizing it. When the person is gone, she realized that sense of attachment.

She cries.

She cries a lot.

She is forgettable. She is judged easily and quickly, because she has a war in her mind. She’s not always negative, but when she is, she scares people. Maybe that is why people always leave her. She’s not a good person, but who in the world is truly good?

She misses him.

She misses him a lot.

She thought he was different; she thought he will be a good friend. She thought maybe there can be a ‘they’, an ‘us’. She trusted him with her mind. She trusted him with her negativity. He rejected both her mind and her negativity. He rejected ‘her’. He forgot about the agreement. He forgot about her.

She misses him.

She misses him a lot.

She misses him very much.

He let her fall; he didn’t have any intentions of catching her.


He let her fall.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Insecurities

She was a girl who was never enough. Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not nice enough. She wanted everything, but didn't have anything. She wanted people to see the beauty in her, but she didn't have any beauty to begin with. Her mind floats around as her legs walk, but herself, not moving. Her mind, her world is stuck in one place; she runs into it to hide. She tries to put her sadness and her insecurities into words, but they only came out wrong. She wasn't understood; no one can understand her. She was told the world has much more serious problems to deal with: hunger, wars, injustice, corruption, et cetera. She looked back into her mind, saw all those problems, and kept quiet. She didn't have any help. They told her she didn't need any help. She hides in a tiny hut, cuddles herself and watches as her world falls apart, her mind falling into ruins. Nobody helped; she didn't help.


She just watched.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Inspiration

Life needs inspiration. Inspiration is one of the most important things to drive us to do what we're doing. On some days, those inspiration can't be found, but on other days, it can.

And that inspiration is prompting me to start blogging. I like writing; novels, articles, pieces, thoughts, anything. But I can never get anything done or finished. A friend once told me that inspiration is important in completing anything in life. Seems like he has got more inspiration than me despite his denial.

But I'm getting way ahead of myself. The fact that I started to write in this blog shows an inspiration of some sort.

No one needs to know who I am. No one needs to know what I am referring to in this virtual outlet. It's spontaneous writing.

Yup, here is my own space and my own virtual outlet.