Why?

She walked off in the cold winter air. It was so cold it was hurting through her bones but she just had to get away from everything. She walked through the woods knowing it wasn't the safest place to be at that time of the night but she had a feeling it would be the safest place for her to hide.

It all started 2 years ago when she was getting a cup of steaming hot coffee, she set her eyes on this handsome tall, blonde man. He looked like an angel to her, the most beautiful person she's ever seen. He was immensely attractive and so was she. She was tall, slim and her smile beautiful as the sun shining through the window panes. She had long brown hair that bounces with each step she took. He was out of breath when he saw her and from there, the both of them hit off on a whirlwind of a relationship.

2 years after, she hated his abusive, rude demeanour and all she wished for was his death.

She planned everything perfectly and the execution was brilliant. She seduced him, teased him, pleased him and then she murdered him. She looked deep into his ruby blue eyes with so much love as she filled up the tub with petrol. She watched him suffocate and then flicked a match into the tub of petrol and watched him burn. The joy she got from it beyond explanation. She walked out into the hall and looked into the eyes of the girl who he was sleeping with. She knew what exactly she wanted to do to this girl. The pretty girl had no idea what she was going to endure. A stinging pain started to develop from her lower back. She was stabbed with a red hot knife. She dropped on the floor, tears rolled down her cheeks and alas she took her last breath.

The woods was so so cold now at 3am but she had no where else to run to. She sat on a huge rock hoping for a miracle but she was happy and satisfied. Wolves were howling, the moon was lit bright in the sky with stars dancing to the beat of the night and she was a happy woman, finally.

Pseudo Bunny

The clock ticks. Every second goes by with blank thoughts. The red chair feels so warm and comfortable now. Flash backs of memories were barely there. Just thoughts of how he got into this situation. Where did he go wrong? What have he done in the past to deserve all this but little did he know, that innocence he thought he possessed was all a blatant lie. He survived on ignorance and selfishness. Specks of lights were slowly fading away. The sun was setting and he knew his time was fading away with it. The smell of the humid room was nauseating. He gasped for breath trying to get as much oxygen as he could. The view of the room was nothing but darkness. Darkness haunts him from time to time as he dozed off. The thought of not being able to see his girlfriend was the only thing that kept him alive and that was the last thought he had. It has been years since the incident and no one really knows what happened to him except for his girlfriend then now someone's wife who is now happily married with a baby boy. That night flashed back now and then. His death was the best feeling ever to her. He deserved every little bit of that suffering and now she is content with how it ended and now she survived on his misery and death and she is very much content with it.

Constant

Emotions. Highly unlikely to be happiness. Sorrow fills up every single part of me. Its like a never ending story. The thought of having happiness in my life is close to nothing. Everything seems fine at first then it crashes. The waves in the ocean and I are alike. Currents flows deep but when it reaches the beach, its all gone and another wave builds up somewhere in the middle of the ocean and the routine repeats itself.

Happiness seems so far out of my reach and impossible for me to achieve. Maybe at a moment it'll seem all fine but next thing I know, I am back where I started. I fucked up big time in the past and I guess this is karma coming back to haunt me. My perspective of love has changed. Not for the better but now I am close to a non-believer. Its there yes, with family and friends but I refuse to accept it.

Optimism does not exist in my life. It used to. My view on it slowly dies. I am ready to bury it 6 feet down and never look back. Bury me with my sins. Bury me with my sorrows. The choices I've made mistakes in the past that has made me who I am but somehow its never enough for an individual to appreciate me.

Well I guess that's the only constant in my life.

Dance your way through life

Tomorrow is another day. Today is just like every other day. The stench of stress and unhappiness fills up your nostrils. Death and misery seems to be knocking on your door. What do you do? Nothing but just stare into space. There's nothing you can do about it. Its inevitable. Depression somehow has a calmness to it. Gives you time to think and also ponder about shit. So yeah, things are not going your way, fuck it. Make things work.

Easier said than done, I know. I for one know these kinda shit ain't fun to deal with but meh, screw it. Sometimes its better to just let it slip and the sun is always shining on the other side. Walk to the other side with strength and happiness will come knocking on your door and kick death and misery's ass.

Meh, done with this and back to work. Maybe its my lucky day, I might find the love of my life out there. Guess what? He is non-existent. Screw him in the arse and call him Sally.

Truth Is...

The truth is, I never know what I wanted in life. I'm fickle minded but not in a bad way. I've always want to try anything and everything but the funny thing is when I do, I am never content with it. There's always something bothering me. I would want to do the same thing but in a different way. Perhaps not the best way but so long its another way, I'll do it. Sometimes I dig my own grave and yet I still manage to crawl out of the dirt and debris in one piece. I surprise myself sometimes.

I always tell myself everything happens for a reason but yet I question my thoughts. Why? Why does it have to be that way and not another way? Why can't it be done your way and not my way? What if I've never met this person? What if I die tomorrow, what might happen?

There's always a damn question in my mind and there is no way to resolve it. My brain is like a never ending maze and it puts me in a daze(I know it rhymes, awesome huh?) Anyways, stop, look around you, absorb everything and just think about what might happen. The series of events that shapes you, teaches you and what makes you, just plain you.

Its september already. Where the hell did my time go? Everything moves so quick that I'm so scared I'm gonna be married and have 3 kids tomorrow. Holy shit balls.

Aaaaanyways, I think its about time I end this random rant and not bother the virtual world. Its not like the real world is any better. The only world left to discover is the after world and talking about it would be a big problem unless people in the future aren't shit scared about having virtual/physical contact with the dead(that would be cool but scary).

I wish I was on beach right about now with bottle of beer and Gerard Butler next to me. Life is good but no, life just gotta be the way it is. Stagnant and boring. Thank you Lord for family and friends.

P/s: ALL flying cockroaches should just DIE!
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Sunlight

It was so bizzare. The sunlight was somewhat different. It didn't feel the same. The spectrum of colours were blinding yet so beautiful. The warmth of it was stinging but it was satisfying. Everything about it was different. Maybe its just my mind playing games. Its not easy as it seems. Perhaps everything will take a turn for the better, perhaps not.

Love. A 4 letter word used as often as fuck. Its different now. Very different.
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A Case of Exploding Mangoes

So there was this little girl sitting under the tree. It was a mango tree. Tall, branches sticking out from many different angles and directions only aiming for one thing, the sunlight.

So there was this little girl sitting under the tree. It was a mango tree. Warm, breezy and perfect the weather was as spring was in the air.

So there was this little girl sitting under the tree. It was a mango tree. From a distance, a little boy was walking pass by the tree and saw the little girl sitting under the tree and he got curious. This little boy was a shy little boy.

So there was this little girl sitting under the tree. It was a mango tree. The little girl saw the little boy walking towards her and she was wondering why. Why is he coming here? Maybe he's lost? Maybe he wants directions? Maybe he wants to ask me something?

So there was this little girl sitting under the tree. It was a mango tree. The little boy went up to the little girl and said "Dear pretty little girl, why are you sitting under the mango tree?". She replied "I am waiting for the mango to fall so I can bring it back home and make jam out of it". He said "Why don't you just get someone taller to pluck the mangoes for you?". She said "Well, good things will come to those who wait and in my case, the sweetest mango will be mine if I wait patiently".

So there was this little girl and now a little boy sitting under the tree. It was a mango tree.

Icarus

The day started like any other day. Sun was shining, birds were chirping and the smell of coffee hauntingly delicious. He rubbed his eyes together, removing crusts around his eyes and blinking it away. He felt different somewhat because its not like any other day to him. What use to be so familiar now so distant. The feeling, the sounds and even the smell. There was something so foreign about everything. He couldn't understand what was happening. He rolled off the bed, sat up and slipped his feet into his slippers and even the slippers felt somewhat bizzare.

He took his first step, moving towards the door, the twisted the door knob with hopes of everything to be alright but alas his hope went crashing down....

His supermodel wife.......blonde, 5'9", beautiful smile, big heart.......was hanging from the ceiling.

No, it wasn't the same, what he felt that day was death. Haunting.

Life As We Know It

The sunshine was blinding and the sound of waves crashing on the beach was loud and clear. Seagulls singing away in a distance but gradually getting louder as they flew closer and closer to the shore. The smell of the ocean was strong, musky and salty but in a very pleasant way. A calm breeze swooshed in like musical notes the nearby trees were dancing to its beats. A cat, sitting under the bench, quietly looked around as if there was danger lurking somewhere and its gonna get him. He squinted his eye as he turned because the ray of light blinded him for a millisecond. He got up, licked his tail to clean the debris off and he walked towards the beach because he saw movements on the sand and to him, that means dinner time is near.

Winter's wrath.

The air was dry and cold. The sound of her heels clicking was louder than usual as she walks down the road heading to her car. The sound of the clicks were like a metronome, one after another in perfect momentum. She dug through her bag, feeling for her keys and bingo, she got them. She pulled them out slowly as she stood by her car. Her tiny finger dug into the alarm button and 2 things went off, the alarm and a gun shot. The pretty face was now a history as her lifeless body fell gracefully by her car. A pool of warm, thick, deep red blood soaking her body as the shooter materialized from the bushes and stared at her body. That's enough for today he thought as he pulled down his cap, zipped up his jacket and walked away.

Hypnotic

The strobe light was blinding accompanied by loud techno music. The stench of alcohol and the smell of sweat thick in the air. Young lovers grinding onto one another and some were dancing alone with hopes of capturing attention from other lonely people out there. The ambiance wasn't that comforting with the massive quantity of homo sapiens head bopping and screaming to the music. The high pitch sound waves were somewhat comforting to some. He stands alone in the middle of the herd. Looking left to right, wondering what's gonna happen after 3. Are these people going home alone or with some random intoxicated stranger? He looks up to the disc jockey who was good looking with blonde hair, headphones snugged onto his head and he was concentrating on playing more loud, blaring, techno music to drive the young one's wild and crazy. He let out a loud sigh and thought to himself, enough with the music and intensity. He paced himself and pushed himself out of the crowd. Another young couple, sharing their love in front of others and he sees them at the corner of the bar, he shakes his head and wished he was young again.

As he walks out of the club, the loud music slowly fading out with every step he made. He stops at the end of the street and then he realizes, he was intoxicated too because everything was somewhat blurry to his usually 50/50 vision. He stood still. So still. The air was cold and wet. He looked up to the sky and notice a speck of light in the dark midnight sky. The air grew colder and he decided to make a move.

He grab onto his jacket and tightened his scarf. He took his first step to cross the road and it stopped. It was the last step he made on earth and the next step he made was alongside the Angel of Death.

Mindless Concoctions

The truth about everything is vague and strong prescription of drugs could possibly be the only way to decipher this mystery. Time passes by slowly and it never fails to invite unwanted strangers into this empty house. No lights, no sounds, just an empty cupboard and cobwebs. The spiders crawling away, wondering why are there sudden movements and secretly wishing it will all go away because dinner time is approaching. Tiny little specs of dust starting to materialise as the foot steps grew closer towards the cupboard and it stopped after 5 steps. The silence, hauntingly beautiful.

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