it lives by
chapters and spines
it lives by
chapters and spines
The light is blinding,
but only in light is living.
A step forward,
The sun seems to burn his foot.
A step back,
and the darkness fills his remaining part.
Learn to trust your voice
the sound that only your ears can hear,
the voice who says, “go on, find yourself,”
the voice that starts rumbling,
rumbling into the vastness of words.
Learn to trust your voice
the hoarse voice saying, “I can!”
the voice that keeps you awake at day,
the voice that reminds you when to eat and when to stop,
stopping at the beat of the heart.
Learn to trust the voice,
the stutter, the whisper,
the stopping, the breathing,
the pulling of syllables out of your mouth,
the beating and the leaving of words.
I stopped telling myself to write,
Write words that don’t resonate;
Write words that sound like a gong, empty and only echoes.
I stopped telling myself to force life,
Force life to give the greatness I’ve always wanted.
Because life will not give me my heart.
I stopped telling myself to stop trying,
Stop trying to live and be alive,
Stop trying to give life.
I start telling myself to write words,
To write words that define the soul,
To write words that sound like a real voice.
I start telling myself to let life,
Let life give the pinch of hope I always need for greatness,
Let life seethe through my vein.
I start telling myself to truly live,
Truly live in the moment
Because right here, right now, is where I am alive.
Learn to be alone,
to love the silence.
Learn to hit the rock bottom
and stand up again.
Learn to heal the brokenness yourself
alone and quiet.
Learn to know when to stop
be still and restart.
Learn to cry out loud
and laugh and sigh.
Learn to live for yourself
find within the joy you’ve lost
from looking for temporary happiness.
It’s time to grow outside, little rose.
Don’t let your thorns bind you inside.
It’s time to fly, little bird.
Don’t let the high fool you.
It’s time to laugh, sad clown.
Don’t let your mascara tears flow ‘til it drown you.
It’s time to be you.
I hold her hand not knowing what is in store for me. She is leaving. She is leaving me now. She is leaving me for good. I couldn’t fathom what she is thinking. I could not see it in her eyes. Part of her is clouded by darkness. A cloud that seems to embody her life. A cloud, for what I know, is her.
I am used to leaving. I am used being left out. But today, her leaving is something I couldn’t comprehend. The only person who knows, who cares, finally going somewhere where I could no longer go.
I knew her, she wouldn’t say anything unless being asked. I knew her, she wouldn’t dare to stare on anyone’s eyes for long time because she might be read. Today, I don’t know her anymore. She is no longer the girl I ought to know. She is now a puzzle. Her leaving is a puzzle.
Or maybe not. There are certain feelings I know I feel but still deny their existence. And her leaving is one of them. The feeling of holding on is what I am feeling right now. But she knows what is best for me. She knows what I need to be. She knows in her leaving, she can finally set me free.
She says, “you will not be the same person again as yesterday.” I say, “why? Because you are leaving?” “Yes,” she utters as resounding as it may get, “I am the only one who is holding you back.” “It is okay, I can still contain you.” “No, you can’t!” “Yes, I can?” It is more of a question than a conviction. “I am now your past and I could no longer be with you tomorrow. Stop patronizing me as if you live for me. I am the past. I could no longer step in this moment.”
And when she said that, I understand, I could no longer be her.
Today, she turns her back. I turn mine. No looking back is what my mind is telling me. But I look back, and saw her and all the darkness. I look back, I saw me, my younger self, walking silently.
She’s right, I am now free. I am free from all those memories of the past. I am free of her, the only baggage I have since. But, she is also wrong. I am not the only one who is free, but also her. She can finally roam around without thinking of me, of her future. She can finally walk around, without the worry of time passing by her. She can, for once, enjoy her moment. And I could enjoy mine.
So, it’s been a long time since I have written something like this, a flash fiction. But that is not the point of this entry.
The point of this blog post is to have a birthday blog post. Every year, I celebrate my birthday by writing something: may it be the lessons I’ve learned throughout my existence, or things I love doing or anything under the sun, sometimes, I share funny GIFs. However, for this year’s birthday blog post, I want to share something poetic, because I am a frustrated writer/poet/philosopher. Haha (and that isn’t funny at all).
The flash fiction you just have read is something dear to me. So, hopefully, you enjoyed!
Also, I will be inactive this coming days, weeks or months. I will be focusing on something I have planned since day 1 of this year. But I will be posting here and there from time to time.
‘Til next time!
How can I trust a lying tongue?
A word misled the heart
tearing the only part that I couldn’t live without.
This is the effect of wandering and wondering neurons.
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The wonderful life and magical experiences the world and I work together.
Unfathomable thoughts and feelings can destroy your little world of make-believe.
When she speaks, everybody listens.
A woman writing about the One who made her heart
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"Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." Howard Thurman