Wednesday, November 14

19:00 :: Reboot

There will be no more sleeping in class.
There will be no more failed exams.
There will be no more time wasted.
There will be no more messy rooms.
There will be no more all-nighters.
There will be no more hunger.
There will be no more dependency.
There will be no more destitution.
There will be no more procrastination.
There will be no more questions.

01:41 :: Passion

Expressing a kind of sorrow only found in works of fiction: How do I do it? A character from a novel I read over the summer comes to mind everytime I feel a kind of weakness. It's not mental or physical, but it is as intangible as one can get. Let me explain:

She is a girl who is good — of a completely clear heart and crystalline intentions. She works hard, loves harder and knows that, in the end, all will be fine. But everyday she falls just a bit more. Why? I know, but I can't tell. It's not my place to tell. It's not my place to interfere. And so I let it go and watch her fall even more.

Until she's hit the ground. And then I turn around and realize, "Someone should have done something — anything — to save her." An absence of life fills me afterward: It's as if I've lost my own heart.

And I just may as well have.

01:21 :: Perfect

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.