She doesn’t want to perish yet. She doesn’t want to die lonely. As she lays there, head’s throbbing, eyes are sore, limbs hurt, heart empty. Tears rushing down her cheeks. Vague memories came flashing. Her eyes filled with incurable pain stained with unfathomable sadness. She doesn’t want to sob. For all she knows nothing can make her feel alive again. Her heart is screaming but it falls into deaf ears. Her mind is mourning but she cannot feel any sympathy. She wants to block everything that could bring back the excruciating taste of bitterness and painful memories. Yet, for one searing moment she unclogs the hole and unlocks the puzzle. She cuts the wounded flesh and trickles of blood stained the spotless blade. It could have been death inside the mirror waving his hands as the puzzle becomes so clear that its vividness overwhelmed her whole senses. And everything turns black and empty. And then the chaotic place is bombarded with an unbearable silence…
December 31st, 2007 at 1:07 pm
brokenhearted?
January 1st, 2008 at 12:12 am
atay….brokenhearted man nuon…gasuwat-suwat lang…char2x…ahehehe…
March 25th, 2008 at 11:09 pm
this reminded me of this short film thats on youtube,
called “I Love Him”, its really beautiful:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=f4Z_lUujS3o