Sunday, September 25, 2011

#334 Light Beyond Dark


I adore the rain and the lightning.
I adore the blowing wind and the loud thunders.
I adore the clouds and the warm sun rays.
In fact, I adore Mother Nature.

I know I don't struck you as the Mother Nature kind of girl
But I kinda of am.
Yet I'm pampered in some ways.
I hate going into toilets that are filled with plants.
I hate sleeping in rooms that are unfamiliar.
The bed I love is my own and my parents'.
I hate to touch gross stuff.
Yes, I know I'm pampered.

But somehow,
I feel like I'm NOT that pampered.
I clean my own room,
I wash my clothes,
I sweep and mop the floor,
I wash the bathroom (ew)
I wipe my fan and all.
Yeah (:

I enjoy long road trips and
I enjoy staying at hotels and such.
Somehow,
Road trips are the best!
It enable me to open my eyes much bigger
And I embraced the Nature with no hesitation.

I found out I love the color Midnight Blue
Aside from Red which by the way is still my
Utterly MOST favorite color.
I found out his favorite color is red too
Which is kind of rare.
I mean,
Most people will like blue or black, maybe white too
But rarely red.

I am slowly learning to embrace the night
With open arms.
I love the stars and the fluffy clouds.
I enjoy watching the moon and
I would stare at it if I have all the time in the world.
I get inspired easily with nature around me.

Rock songs are absolute the best for me.
The Rasmus, The Fray, Paramore, Evanescence
Are my top favorite bands.
Vindicated is one of my favorite songs.

I prefer guys that plays the piano more than the guitar.
Not sure why though.
That was really random.

I get inspired by music too.
Well, who doesn't?
I like to draw but I prefer to write more.
Because being able to write express me and who I am.
Drawing doesn't really bring me out
Cause I can't draw at all.

Short stories are my main point.
I write em when I see em.
Em means my dreams.
They come and I try to remember.

I have an off tuned voice.
Which means I can't sing at all.
I'm not really tone deaf.
I can tell if I'm out of tune yet I can't fix it.

I get emotional easily though I try very hard to hide.
I hate watching sad scenes yet
Ironically I write them out.
I'm a pretty emo kid
But I don't give a damn about it.
Emo doesn't mean I'm sad,
It means I'm in deep thought.

I like cats.
They are cute yet delicate and elegant in a way.
I love their eyes and maybe I'm going to get contacts
Which are similar to their eyes.
I understand that not every one is perfect
Yet they are ALMOST perfect.

Every night,
I would dream I'm known for my stories and my poems.
I would be able to sings and compose songs.
Did I mention I enjoy piano?

I'm in my own world most of the times.
The reason why is because I have no one to talk too.
I'm pretty shy and I love to talk.
Those who doesn't know me much doesn't know that.
I get super duper high when I'm hungry or extremely full.
I would talk and talk and talk until I pretty much
Annoy the shit out of myself and you.

I told myself once that I would never lie to myself.
Not about how I feel and all.
If I don't feel like smiling, I won't.

So many things I wish for I did not get.
But what the heck?
Life is not about wishing,
Life is about doing.

I am slowly embracing the silence that surrounds me.
For I'm alone most of the time.
The things that goes through my head are tiring.
That's the reason why I enjoy sleeping.
I would be oblivious to everything and everyone.
Dreams will come forth to me and I would save it.

If I could draw my dreams out,
It would be better, I guess.
Just imagine the colors of the skies colliding with each other,
Creating a new color that has no name.
Imagine at your right,
You see the sun setting and causing the sky to turn into
Reddish yellowish.
And on your left,
You see a color between light blue and midnight blue.
Pink swirls are the only thing that connects between the two skies.
And at the distance of the blue sky,
You're able to see shiny diamonds,
Dotting the sky.

I'm like an owl.
I rarely sleep before 12.
But I do have my reasons.
Either I can't sleep or I just have this urge to study at night.

Conclusion to what I've wrote here,
I'm a pretty weird girl.
I take other people's opinions seriously.
I'm self conscious and all that crap.

But, I am me.

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