Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Thursday, 27 June 2013
Silence
Silence crept up and filled the room. As I sat here hoping, at least a word would presents itself upon thee- nothing. For silence stood still as if the world has come to an end.
Words left unspoken, unheard; beating like drums in my head. How could this be? I asked myself. A relationship that was once so pure, so opened and so valuable is merely nothing but the sound of two hearts fighting for life in the mist of the air.
I glimpse over for a look of hope, but all I received was a cold stare; a stare as though a needle piercing through my skin, and finally it strucked my heart like a flying bullet. Why does it hurt this much? A never ending pain, twisting like a knife in the heart. Repeatedly and persistently edging back and forth between never ending agony and total numbness.
I reached out again, but silence broke not.
Darkness bestowed itself on thee like an eclipse. Hopelessness presented itself, so this is it? What seemed to have been everlasting, has now reached to an end. Tick tock; tick tock, the sound of the clock and suddenly reality smacked me on the back of the head, and it became clear that it's now time for moving on.
Monday, 24 June 2013
Realization
Desperately searching for someone to love. A heart filled with nothing but love, but no one is willing to share with you, a love so pure; rich; enduring and true.
Suddenly you've met him, is it true? Is it even the right time? Questions of such swimming around you're head like fishes in the sea.
He's kind at heart, a blessing in disguise. His imperfections seems perfect in every way possible. And so what do you do? You fall in love with the perfect fantasy. Reality and fantasy collided, forming the misread signs of happily ever after.
It all seems surprisingly odd, at las' you've discovered the lie. The truth disguised within lies, stare at you in the mirror. You've been neglecting your instinct because Mr. Perfect had all the right answers and explanations. It hits you like a bullet to the heart. Why must one survive such pain? Reliving such pain day by day.
Why does bad things happen to good people? Because the nice girl isn't challenging enough. She's too considerate, too honest and a tad bit sensitive. Too easily controlled, and in end there's nothing for him to prey on.
Infedility
It is the night before the wedding. Anna, the twenty-four years old bride to be is up in tears wondering whether she should go through with the wedding, the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall towards her room. She quickly reaches for the box of tissue sitting on the bedside table- thereupon the door knob turns gently back and forth making a slightly clicker-it-clock sound, and then finally the door swung open. Wiping the tears from her eyes she turns her head slightly to see who it is. {Enters Manny}
Evelyn pulls Manny aside. Placing her hands on her hip, she looks him in the face illustrating that she is his mother and that he needs to be pull back in line.
I have no choice, she can’t be here. What is she tells Anna about the affair. I simply can’t risk her being here.
Anna is upstairs getting pampered and ready for the wedding. There is a knock on the door, and then the door opens. It’s Theresa, Anna’s mum. Silence captured the room for a good second...
Remembering Love
As I sat here looking out into space, mesmerising what was once so precious and pure.
I wished that what could have been, had been if it was the only thing that was real.
But I suppose, I was never the clever one in the family when it comes down to love. Although, I must give myself some credibility for I am attentive in whatever else I do, just not with love.
As it is foretold that love is blind, love has no flaws for it is merely the heart that desire these things.
Having said that, one will never truly know the power that love has within itself until one has being in love and has lost in love.
I met him during the summer break whilst visiting relatives in London. It was on the 15th of August ’98 to be exact. I remember this because it was the same day poor old Jasper was ran over. A day I will never forget. Old Jasper was a black and white mongrel I adopted after Father passed away. He and I grew closer seeing as he reminded me so much of my childhood days spent with Father.
What seemed to have been the saddest day of my life, turned out to be the best day of my life.
For there he stood with the biggest smile on his face: Jack.
Jack was 17 at the time, born and raised in London. A college student as I was. He was majored in Architectural Science, whereas I was majored in English Language. He wanted to be a big shot architect, always saying “I’m going to be the architect everyone will want to hire.” And I would always reply, “Oh yes! Sure you will be.” As for me, well, I wanted to be an English teacher.
Jack and I were inseparable. We grew closer and closer together as the college years went by. After we finally graduated from college we got married on a farm in Yorkshire. The ceremony wasn’t big, just us, a few friends and relatives and the Vicar of course.
We took a year break from studying and travelled the world, going on many different adventures. We even spent our honeymoon in The Cayman Island, waking up to the fresh air from the sea breeze. It was like paradise.
Our marriage was going exceptionally well, and then along came tragedy for time was not on his side. Jack was diagnosed with lung cancer and was giving only two weeks to live. I felt the world caving in around me. “How can this be?” I asked myself. The unfairness of life and love, it's true, time waits for no man. Time did not stand still, for within a few weeks my love was gone, leaving me with only precious memories to be treasured forever.
It’s been five years and now I must move on, though the ache of love is eating me up inside. There is hope that i'll find another Jack, so goodbye my love! You will always be in my heart.
The End
