A Bag of Thoughts

The night was young. Waves crashing against each other filled the shy night with a sense of roaring welcome. It was as if the waves were battling to get the shore. The sun had just left, leaving behind a faint trail of warm pleasure. Stars were slowing becoming visible, readying themselves for the night's shift, bring along twinkling bells to make everyone conscious of their sacrifices. The breeze gently urged the cold white sand to a nebulous tomorrow, assuring them that they'll see the circle of solace soon enough. As if on cue, a round curved figures, the shimmering moon took her place in the crowded sky instantly becoming the talk of the night. She glowed, bright as she was, unafraid of causing affront go ridicule at her sinister beauty. She sashayed past the hollering stars through the amused sky to spread her oblique arms toward the anticipating world beneath. Every window sighed with relief and every dark alcove lit up with gratitude. Every dust particle was a slive...

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN- This one of the very cynical blogs I've written so far, nonetheless it's just a story. Not true. I'm as happy as I can get. This is the opposite of my life. SO yeah. CHILL. 'Creep.' 'Go away.' 'You suck, man.' 'Go die.' 'Pfft. No one cares about your opinion.' 'Huh. What a loner.' Pretty depressing for a beginning, eh? Well, it was for me as well, since it all happened when I was still getting started. I was still on level one, still a fledgling. I was fervent and optimistic. Opposite of what is left of me, now. If you ever showed the person I am now to the person I used to be, I would probably pity myself and scoff at you for suggesting that I could ever be like that. But I would realize that the rigors were too imminent for me to continue goring them any longer. Too bad I would be too late in doing so. I would give all of me to the vindictive society. I would run head on into the punch lik...

The one thing I know about the man race expressly is the fact that we're all fake. Fake, no matter what the repertoire. We're shameless hypocrites- every one of us. What amuses me is that despite this, we all manage to go about it as well as see this quality as a fault in others. Sometimes, this fake identity is the only one visible and causes the pain. I dream of a world where there won't be any of these desperate forays at being what we call 'cool'. Acting tough, dressing up, acting in a certain manner in order to attract attention, remembering someone only when they're useful or you're in pain, celebrating dumb victories of Gods we don't even have real proof for, acting responsible, changing who you are for someone else's convenience. There's a list that lasts an eternity.  We, humans, should be declared as the dumbest species to exist. We say good-bye  when we actually want to see them again. We cause ourselves pain thinking it is se...