Once in a blue moon, you’ll encounter the shadow of terror so haunting it’s drawn parallel to the denouement of 2001 Space Odyssey. You’ll be dazed and confused. You’ll be devoid of emotions altogether. You’ll be the trapped in an unknown world, walking on glassy skies and a thunderstorm would shatter your realm and tumble every piece down. You’ll find yourself lost in an abyss. In that moment, take refuge in the lost stars, they’ll be your solace. Continue reading
It appears to be her monotone routine. Walking along her coveted path but a diversion hounds her to take a detour. Of all the diversions that could deflect her from her route, it had to be expectations that changes the course for her. Like aiming headshot at the target, being ignorant as the ricocheting bullet flies right back at you. Running away is all she has done. In the long run, it feels like she’s been dreaming the entire time. Her subconsciousness is lying on the field of green grass gazing at the shimmering stars, pondering the absence of the moon forevermore. It doesn’t occur to her that she’s been lost all this time and there’s no moon in daydreams. It’s time that world awakes. It’s time she stops running away and faces her obstacles head on. Funny, this black cloud of thoughts lingers on top of your head before the commencement of the New Year.
Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
I can’t bring myself to write about the colossal damage my life experienced at the moment.
I lost my eraser.
I don’t fucking know when.
Eraser, why can’t you just stay with me?
Writing 101 Challenge:
To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.
It’s a human tendency to observe, bond and perceive. Our encounters with various people have brought new insights in our life.
For me, it was my high school history teacher. I had the central idea that “change” was bad. Oh, it was nasty. Why change when everything is acceptable as it is? Of course, the world revolved around me then. With no sense of responsibilities I had no presence in the world full of complexities of everyday life. But that day, I pondered, why is change so bad? Why do I absolutely despise it to the core? Aside from naive, I really was oblivious of psychology.
My history teacher’s modus operandi was laudable for her quick wit and sarcasm. Perhaps, she’ll never know my thoughts and how grateful I am to her, but it awoke a spark in me. I realised, I’ve been wanting to change constantly. ‘Cause why don’t we admit? We LOVE change. We’re quite adaptable. I had been in denial. I changed. But due to this, I’ve been very fickle. I am so capricious that once I have an idea and want to write, I note it down in my diary but never reach a conclusion. I change, I change so many times. I’m sceptical and indecisive. Hence, I hope this writing challenge will quell away my writer’s block and change me, yet again.
“You’ll get used to it soon. Life is like a cup of coffee, no? We get past the stumbling block, we survive.”
Fireflies, your flickering light makes my heart flutter. ♥
Often, I wonder about the past.
Often, I wonder about the future.
Never, I wonder about the present.
A blank gaze. Blanked out.
Lethargic and blurred.
Howling breeze begins to haunt.
Something in the eye.
little by little.