20 Seconds

1:46 am. Here at the old folks' house, waiting for the second meal of the day. My blood dude cooks us up something to relieve our stomachs from the pain it felt for the past ten hours. The living room smells like butter on the side, making my heartbeat go slower, making my mind journey through where the Sandman is.

I can't sleep yet; it's not yet time for me to retire.

Twenty seconds have passed. Time is now gradually decelerating. Vision's slowly experiencing an Intersect-like video-clip marathon. A second feels like a thousand memories replaying all over my head. Memories that have made me, broken me and rebuilt me, like in the movies, left me a mental scar. I was a constant state of flux... I hated it.

I was rash, irrational, erratic even. The world was my playground, and I loved it. I had tried to remove everything that pained me via forcing my way to a drunken stupor of reverse melancholy. I can't say whether it backfired or not, the effects were unnoticeable to the naked mind. How come most people cry it all out while I am unable to know what I am doing, yet still suffer the same effects of sorrow? Why?

Now out of nowhere, a cool breeze passed me by. It was nothing special, things like these get easily forgotten in a moment's time. But the moment I tried remembering how it felt, it made an impact... it got stuck in my head, and it felt good.

The forecast told me that a storm was arising just miles behind that cool breeze. I had to prepare. Darkness had spread to the skies. All that is visible are streaks of lightning, and the explosions of thunder. If I make it through this, would that cool summer breeze go back and stay for another moment?

I don't care how long it takes - bring it on. I might not have an umbrella, but all I need for today are my feet to keep me standing. I will hold onto the ground until it all ends, because I know in my heart, those small things that make you smile are all worth fighting for, even if it does get cold at times.

I tried to be someone else, but nothing seemed to change.

I finally found myself, fighting for a chance.

I know now, this is who I really am.

Rainy Days and Mondays

Staying home has its ups and downs.

I got to meet one of the most beautiful girls in wherever, thanks to a special someone. She's young, lively, doesn't listen to anything that much, has tantrums every hour for inexplainable reasons, and a certified momma's girl. She hasn't stayed that long enough for me to bond effectively with her, yet it certainly feels like I've at least made an impact on her.

We had gone off to a local mall around lunch after we got her from miles away. She was sleeping like a baby while travelling, not wanting to care about the outside world, or anywhere for that matter. It felt like she had seen the city lights for the first time, so it felt like a great honor to let her experience the urban life for a change. She even got herself a pink cellphone to boot.

She stayed with us for approximately three days. We had lots of fun, had her stroll around the village while taking
a look-see on the local folks. The girl's not that good when it comes to interacting with new people, but she picks up really well when it comes to things she likes, like outdoor roaming and the usual afternoon siestas.

It's not that easy looking out for her, believe me. If not for the people around me, I would have let her do as she wished in a whim. An untamed horse she is, yet there is a certain gleam in her eyes that expressed happiness for the time she had with us. It might take a while for me to see her again, but it's worth the wait. I hope she still remembers me and the moments we've spent together.

If not for those people who were there, and those who stayed, and even those who had just passed me by, rainy days and Mondays will always get me down.

Thank you.