drabble02: random drabbles (010110)
Rating: PG
Genre: angst, and something else(?)
DISCLAIMER: fictional and totally not true. Result of my fangirling, sorry if you're uncomfortable with it. Oh yeah, and I don't own them.
Warning: lousy writing, unedited
A/N: ermm... this sounds really weird(?) but basically this entry is a collection of nameless drabbles so it can be anyone you like(although it's has an extremely heavy suju bias)
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Truth
The truth hurts. It always does.
He hurts from the truth. Everyone hurts from the truth. He has scars, so do they.
Some people manipulate truth like they play with fire. Because they know it hurts.
It bites, stings, breaks and twists your heart. And no one can stop it.
He clutches on tightly and tries to keep things together… but trust just crumbles away…
Truth is a part of life. A part of life you can’t handle.
He begs for it to stop but no one hears him. So he screams. Deep inside.
The beginnings of truths are like needles, cold and sharp. They prick and draw blood, but that only means that there are more to come.
The real, cold and whole truth is like a sword, cold, sharp, hard and dangerous. They run their blades through flesh and mind, and hurt people, not necessarily you, permanently.
I know… I know… he rocks back and forth, trying not to whimper.
The sword wounds may heal, but they leave a scar. A scar that will forever remain with you, an imperfection. A scar that will harbor an infection, hatred, fear and everything else you have will crumble and fade.
The truth strips away protection like stripping away your skin. It hurts with every word, every tear.
With every lie you sink deeper and deeper…
The truth hurts. So bad. So bad you’d rather die.
Love
Love is a state of blissfulness. It’s everything you’ll ever want.
It’s like immortality; you don’t need anything at all, only love.
When you love, you are free. Free from the restrains of the daily world, free from troubles.
But then again, loving is a vulnerability.
Because Love is a blindfold. It removes everything important to you and when it’s finally removed… too late. You’re gone.
And maybe you’re better gone. Because no one wants you back.
Nobody wants you back and the worst thing is that you don’t know why.
Smile
Smile for others. Smile for yourself
Laugh for others. Laugh for yourself.
Smile and laugh, to save yourself.
Smile because it’s a mask.
Laugh because it’s a cloak.
Hide in the shadows and disappear.
Disappear and no one will notice.
Walls
He's tired. Exhausted. Worn out.
Everything is blank and peaceful. But not for long.
The walls are thinning. He can almost see through them now.
His fears, his nightmares, everything is seeping in, like blood on paper. And he can’t stop it.
Suddenly, he sees something. Something real.
It’s like a shadow. Vague. Unclear.
The walls are collapsing. He tries and fails to keep them.
I need to rebuild them. Quicklyquicklyquickly.
Tears fall quickly as the shadow advances. It becomes clearer with every step.
The last bit of the wall crumbles. He cowers in the middle of nowhere, naked and vulnerable.
Please don’t hurt me… I’m begging you… please.
A pair of warm hands envelop him. He looks up and gasps.
You.
Yes me.
He feels his gentle fingers run through his hair, his soft kisses up his neck and ending at his mouth, his breath trailing its way down, down his throat.
I’ve come. I’ve come to save you, my love. I love you.
They melt together and evaporate into nothing.
Thank you. I love you too.
The nightmares are gone.