Thursday, March 22, 2007
Haywired!
She broke the glass house into pieces. Claiming she didn't do it and blame for others for the caused. Bleeding from the heart of those who built, despise her like she's no other. Effected! They protested! One head agrees with her. Everything went upside down. Cracking the heads of the ones trying to get things right. Now, every one is further away like the broken pieces of glass. Could pieces of glass be glued back? Why bleed trying to put back the broken glass?
The weight of the whole world is on another's shoulder. She tried to make it as normal as she can. Things just started to fume and fire burning. Burnt every single memories down, turn it into ashes. Invisible of her deed. invisible of her heart screaming. She sees the sorrow, the hollow and the pain. She understands but she's the one who was being blamed. She's the blacksheep. She's the evil the go0d eye sees. No one sees her tears. No one hear her cries. The Wind, brought her to another place. A place she can feel Alive. The Sun, shines on her to give her light from the darkness. The Earth, makes her believe of her own World.

She is indeed happy with where she is. There are those who go through similar difficulties. They hear her cries, she hear their cries. They share but although she's in another place with similar fate-Rs but reality is she's at the same place. One ro0f with the ones that brought her down to the ground. Noise! Mess! UN-united! Creeps her out. Angst! Frustrations! Explosion! Bomb! She wants to blow up everything! Break every single thing she comes across. Juggernaut someone said. A character from X-Men. Better still, to be Rogue.
Eats everything while she can still take in. Once it's full, she'll let it go and that's when everything goes ugly and smelly that even chlorine can't wash it away. Space? She has plenty. Don't try to fit in to make it full.
Dead she feels everytime she comes across earthquake. Suffocating as volcano erupts. Drowned as tsunami strikes and washed off away the precious belongings of hers. Nevertheless, she sto0d up with a limping leg, crushed heart and a brain tangled with tied ropes. Frankenstein, she may be. But a soul of a human. A spirit of the Lion. The strength of a Cheetah to move on. She knew that everything happens for a reason. Patience she holds in her hand. Patience she awaits for the time to come for her to live on in another world. Patience is all it takes.

-->When the world comes down on you, lo0k up at the stars and imagine you're there. You will see how small the world really is... :D
? a life to0 precious to WASTE.
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