madness rules as madness wants.
the none relenting exploits of a proposal unmade.
i freaking hate it when stuff are due so soon. especially when the weeks melt away in thin sight just like that.

"she whispered to herself,
'now what am i doing here, because this was not as i remembered.'
The fallen leaves on the pavement looked crimson in their wake, sweeping in the billowing wind that drove them in swarms, circling their descinated area.
The house looked foreign. Untouched, and unwanted in its towering presence. A stranger in its own vicinity.
'now now...', a voice spoke from behind.
'your home and that's all that matters... the doctor says...your nerves...'
and that was all she heard.
nothing else could get pass her now. she was living the life she wanted, happily frolicking in the arms of the warmth provided by the sun. uprooting daisies and sunflowers as she ran.
the earth ate at her sandals, the worn out pair she had purchased ages ago, but never let them go as they held precious moments with her love. The sand that had gotten stuck on her heels. Lodged in silence.
'ling? ling?'
the voice brought her back.
she was at her new place. the place she moved in not too long ago...maybe a month or so.
a new life or so she thought.
being here did not help at all. all she could think of was to escape.
to be rid of the deafening silence that oppressed her."


- "it is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors...all art is quite useless" ~ oscar wilde (The picture of Dorian Gray, 1909).