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Monday, 29 April 2013 @ 22:58
Once upon a time, a prince fell in love with a peasant woman.
and went blur about how he should react, what should he do.
He spent all his youth thinking and thinking
Until he was too old to do anything
Bedridden, he was, one day.
And finally died a lonely prince.
This happened on a Once Upon a Time,
where a prince fell for a peasant woman
and nothing happened.
Labels: accidents, expression, fiction, free verse, time
@ 22:44
“I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you. They’re going to play a major role in your life.”—Ryan O’Connell
Finally.
I found someone who can define how I feel towards him.
Oh. And that doesn't mean I'm gonna end up with him. I'm still prone towards dying before I tie any knots with him. So, yeah.
Life, what a big bummer you are, eh? wtv.
Saturday, 23 March 2013 @ 22:40
A little girl in a yellow cape was selling matches in the boulevards of Sorrowfull. She ran into a flyer that said: Help Me Find Love? The flyer has a big question mark with no pictures. The little girl picked the flyer and stared long at it. Then she took out a match and lit it. She burnt the paper and felt warm for a few moments. A homeless man and his son came to her carrying more flyers. She took out more matches, burnt the papers and soon, more people came to her with flyers in their hands. The papers are too many that the people and the little girl created a huge bonfire where everybody sit around it in a big circle.
Warmth lingered in the boulevards of Sorrowfull that night. And Love was then found.
I know I'm not supposed to talk about you all the time, to every.body. because that means I'm flaunting. And flaunting annoys people. And annoyed people will later ask, "so, what's your progress with him?" though they can already see that there's none. And by that time, you will silently say, "nothing." and they will hear you said that word and so do you.
But then again, though it might be "nothing", I still can't stop talking about you. I don't know why.
This is almost like the feeling when I went to see my first orchestra. It feels like I'm the luckiest person on earth to have seen it. It feels like I have found definitions of my life. Though the orchestra ended at 10 p.m, it happened.
You happened.
Labels: earth, expression, fiction, numb