ONCE MORE, I CRY (Part II)
A Freewriting Passage

Once more, I think of you.

I am not even certain if it correct be that I say once more, when I have never really stopped.
I remember your face. How could I not? I remember it vividly. Very clear in my mind, your face..as I see you in painful reality.

Then, I recall all the times I have cried. I recall ( Read more... )

ONCE MORE, I CRY
A freewriting passage

I look around my room. This has never been the room I have felt at home in; but still, this is also my room. Since the time we have moved in here, I have never actually got to finish decorating it. A few movie posters just grace my wall; but that is about it. I have intended to paint my walls tomato red..but ( Read more... )

The clock declares a state of despair as it ticks exactly four o'clock in the morning, whilst I am struggling to descend the height of..yet another..breakdown.

I am afraid to say..at the rate that my tears are going, I judge that the recent neck-level flood in the Philippines might have some competition.

There is a good number of times that I feel ( Read more... )