Lonely Hearts

Some where far away, the clock chimes twelve.

Its a unforgivingly cold night. The wind howls mercilessly, and its impossible to go anywhere. Thunder rumbles, and the sky flashes an eerie green, illuminating the night sky for a second. Through it all, a girl watches the sky. She has left her the warm comfort of her bed and is sitting in the middle of a clearing, shivering. Her ratty blanket provides little warmth, but she holds it close to her, shrinking herself into it. The staggering chill nips at her face, making it hard for her to breathe. Finally she coils up on the dirty ground, trying to retain whatever warmth she can. An easy solution would be to go back home. 

But she has no home. Home is where the heart is, and her heart has been cruelly ripped out and trampled on. The memory of it causes her to let out a strangled sob, as the wounds are re opened and the nightmares begin.

She gave her everything to him, and she trusted him. When they were together, it was as if only both of them were there. If love was a star, her love for him was as vast as the number of stars in the entire galaxy. So she spent her days, happy to be his.  Then a new girl came, and she was as harsh and cold and icy as a winter's day, a sharp contrast to the earthly, warm, calm atumn persona of our bittersweet girl. She came, and swept her prince right away. Atumn faded to winter, and love melted to heart break, leaving millions of shattered memories and broken promises in its wake.

She struggled to retain her spirit, and to push on. It was hard to see him hold her, to give her soft looks he used to give her. He loved that girl as much as the number of stars in the entire galaxy. 

The girl cried, clutching at her heart painfully, she would give anything to be blissfully unaware of how love felt. For now instead of feeling intense love and happiness when thinking of him , now she was left reeling with the taste bitter taste of loss. She would give anything to end it all.

The wind picked up, and fat drops of rain started to pour down, soaking through her pathetic blanket. She could feel the weight of the rain, and suddenly, she was too tired to struggle to stay warm. Her legs had gone numb, and she couldn't feel anything. She was numb. She was at peace, here, where she was too far gone to feel any pain, or any emotion. Just peace.

She closed her eyes.

Some where far away, a clock struck twelve.   

 ****************************************************************************************************************        You're just chasing shadows.

I cut my hair today. For along time, i used to relate how i looked like to certain period of my life. A new haircut, means a new change. And i hate change. 

Today i thought it was going to rain, to pour, until going out of the house would become an impossibilty. I was greeted with a cloudless sky. That made me moody. 

 And you're so different.

Do you have that one place you go to when you feel like things are getting to be too much to handle? I felt so small and insignificant today, when i put myself against what was happening the world. Am I really that selfish to cry over someone, when across the world a child cries because he has no way of surving? Am I that shallow to feel the way I do? Are all humans that way? Or has been become so easy to just focus on our own problems, rather than trying to care about the plight of a starving child. Is hard. And i'm so tired and confused.

Say what you want, but mean what you say.

 I'll give you this confession, i'm taking you with me..

I have nothing more to say today. Goodbye lonely hearts

We Write The Wrong.

(LONELY HEARTS-THE NEW AMSTERDAMS, BLOODY ROMANCE-SENSES FAIL,YOUR SONG-JAMSON PARKER)