shaokai
We entered this society of voices, a courtroom of judgement as each and every eye hanged upon us as we shuffled slowly into the room, our eyes widened upon the jewels and gold abound, as well as the feasts that sets upon us on the table.
I have learned. That the journey may be tough, and that we may have taken wrong paths in the past, that led us to our temporary downfalls, but we must never give up. This journey in love is tough, for sure. You have taken the wrong steps, but nevertheless we all shall carry on and learn from our pasts, to seek something new once again.
It was all just a play. A play made up of many plays, past experiences that collate memories, tactics, wisdom and advice into a singular move, a move to get the girl and move on. And as the plays go on and the days stretch further, you wonder why do you need a play when all you need is your heart to seize hers.
An ancient affair, spoken in words but meant in few. Its practices are still here, but its meaning long gone, as I stood up from my bed and dragged myself away from the comforts of practicality and into the embrace of the traditional practices of Chinese New Year.
An ancient affair, spoken in words but meant in few. Its practices are still here, but its meaning long gone, as I stood up from my bed and dragged myself away from the comforts of practicality and into the embrace of the traditional practices of Chines New Year.
We all grow up, one day. To be the astronauts that we dream of, in search of the stars. Or the explorers of the earth, roaming through the deep. But as we learn from all of this, the stars have betrayed us and the earth has shifted against our wills. We are still growing, no matter what, and will still grow till the end of the day.
He walked towards the door. Memorised his speech. Drilled through his head, as sweat covered his cheeks. He cleared his throat, and prepared to speak. He knocked. And knocked. "Hello madam, would you like.." *SLAM!* The door shuts on him. He repeats this again.
He claim, I claim, we claim. In a world full of deceit and manipulation, there is only one word to set things into reality. Claims, for that the truth is now hidden and can not be seen through the lies. So we look at claims, perspectives of those who attempt to manipulate and twist our mind.
Can a thought kill? Mine certainly did. It triggered the nerves, pumped up the blood into my head, echoed the voices in my ears, controlled my convulsed arms, picked up the blade, and began to move in a singular direction. Stab.