on old houses

In every neighborhood, there’s always this one (or maybe more) old house(s) that children are afraid of.  People say that there are ghosts, spirits, or whatever the rumor is telling live there.

Whether it is wrong or right, you can blame the house’s feature for being big, old, dusty, and empty. Either way, it is a house that even a skeptical one refuses to knock the door.

But, what if? what if among those old houses there’s a door lead to an unthinkable land?

Perhaps, Mr Hatter is there creating another lunatic tea party. You may even see Ms Pleasance Liddel and the white rabbit are chatting about how many aspirins the flamingos have to take right after the Queen’s croquet.

Then, a young man decided to knock the door, rob everything inside, and vanishes all the wonders.

Tomorrow

Funny thing about time, they can give answers for mysteries. 

Answers for promises, hopes, dreams, or even hidden secrets. The future answers your questions so straight forward, they may even kill you. They kill your soul, straight to your heart and they create flowing rivers in your eyes. With answers containing empty promises, empty hopes, or empty dreams.

Yet, the answers can even cherish you. Just like fireworks, the answers excite you. Like a big bang, they create new life.

Can you even recall, when was the last time you look forward to tomorrow so much?
 

a white rose

my heart was still beating faster, i was sweating, and my hands were shaking.

Still.

On changes.

One day, a person told me to change.

So I did it. I forced myself to change, because I thought it was the right thing to do. But I end up getting hurt, it hurt too much like there’s a black hole on my chest and my tears kept falling down.

The wound on my chest was slowly healed and I was back to the old me.

On another day, there’s another person who didn’t tell me anything.

So I did it again. Without force I was changing, because everything happened naturally and it was right. But I end up hurting again with the same black hole and the same tears kept falling down.

The wound on my chest is still there and I don’t want to go back to the old me.

Same old same old, they say.

questions and answers

There’s a type of person who’ll tell you his/her life story if somehow you kindly ask. Mysteries can be revealed by answered questions and new tales may be told.

If I impulsively drown myself to the warm pacific ocean, will you kindly ask why?

on red light flashes

it’s funny to see in your phase of life, there are times where something you didn’t care before become something you are waiting for.

although the thing is, everyone hates waiting.

or if you’re someone who keep yourself busy by watching the night sky, let’s just count the stars. Because maybe, while we are counting, that something you’re looking for is just suddenly there.

and here i am longing for the little red light to flash from this bloody modern technology.

diseases

on being delusional and having premature ventricular contractions.

There’s no need for medication.