About: Untitled

In regards to the previous post,

I do not attempt to rhyme; I never really want my writing to. But sometimes, it seems to contain a hidden rhythm; a rhythm of my mind, thought and heart; it is impulsive and concealed in meaning—that even I do not understand. I only attempt to put my thoughts into words as they come and go, like waves, as the words float towards me and give me the one and only opportunity to grasp it and use it. Nonetheless, this is prose. It is carefree prose; the only things it does contain are feelings and thoughts, bluntly put.

What was the piece about?

It was a transcription of my mind. The words that come are transcribed onto the page. Typed, written… words on paper. Sometimes even I have a hard time trying to understand how I feel and what my mind is thinking about. However, this one is quite clear to me. It’s about that very sliver of happiness or hope that can cut through a cloud of darkness and displeasure. It can be that one event, making a bad day seem good. It could be a friend, whom you treasure the time you spend together. And that very same friend who is there for you—most of the time— when you need him or her. It’s anything that gives happiness, hope, and energy within an exhausting, gloomy and uncomfortable type of … Weather.

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I need a title, but I don't have one. Broken train of thought, I wrote the draft of this first when the words first started flowing into my mind, in my school library.

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In life, sunlight can be a blinding factor. 
For me, it’s usually a good thing. 
On the days where I am feeling in discontent, the sun is a friend. 
And the sunlight—is his smile. 

I take a walk through, in the very short interval of commute, 
And embrace nature as it stands tall around me. 
The water, dancing down the steps and singing its familiar song, 
And the plants, living and enjoying their days of the quiet life. 

And then, there’s the sun. 
He spreads happiness as it peeks, through the cloak of the skies, and plays hide-and-seek. 
It’s a hard game for him as he shines so brightly. 
So easy to find, but not so easy to treasure. 

Sunlight dances across the skin of bypassing members of society, 
Some too busy to notice. 
Some too busy to acknowledge existence. 
And then, there’s our friendship. 

Sunlight dances across my cheeks and guides me, 
As I walk through nature’s path: 
Embracing nature,
Embracing the sun.

And sometimes… 
A smile peeks through this cloak of mine 
That surrenders, to the sun and his light, its purpose: 
To separate me from the world and from happiness. 

 ~WingedAura

Undesirable Sleep

Sometimes sleep is undesirable. I feel like time flies when I am asleep. Sleep is like a fast forward button of life. It propels you into the next day. But sometimes, just sometimes, I want time to freeze. Not because I want a certain moment to last forever, but because I do not want to face the next day and the days that lead up to the deadlines.

You can say, "Well, you're just afraid. You're just a scaredy cat." And guess what, you're probably right.

I fear deadlines; I feel stress. I fear anything that puts me under pressure and anything that requires others' attention on me. I don't like attention. I am an introvert. To me, sleep is undesirable and I want time to freeze because I am exhausted and do not want this bubble of mine to pop.