a semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to. the author is you and the sentence is your life.
there are memories that wouldn’t just fade
and evidences that wouldn’t just rot
or music that wouldn’t be forgotten
or mysteries that wouldn’t be sought
maybe those things are meant-
meant to stay, and not deteriorate
i hope you’re like them,
i hope you won’t just go away.
Because I will be here.
And always will be
here for you to stay.
And in a point in your lives, lucky if only once, but either twice, trice or as many as the stars, you would have this great event.
No, this is not New Year’s Eve that happens annually, nor the 29th of February which only comes every four years, nor the 12/12/12 that would only come after hundreds of years. This, big great event comes unexpectedly. It will arrive when you are least prepared, when your hair is not properly combed, or you’ll be late for school. It will come just like the end of the world, except that this one could be the “start of your world” which either of the two- no one could ever predict. Even though some set for exact dates, no one can invite their great events.
It will not come whenever you wanted it, it will not come as an ambulance trying to rescue you from a heart attack. It will not come as a humorous TV show in a day you are bored. It will not come as that. Never.
It can come as coke in the morning when all you wanted is a cup of coffee. It can come as loads of work within your vacation. It can come as party crasher. It can come as your monthly period. Oh sucks.
As much as you wanted and been wishing it for years to happen, when it finally arrives you are not ready. You smell like rotting rat, you are too young, you are busy, you are pissed off, you had a bad day, you are just imperfect for the time. You would just wish that it would come again another time. Time when you are all ready. But that would just not happen… again.
You are all bunch of non events, waiting for our great events to come. Oh but don’t ask me what it looks like, when, where, why and how it will come because the truth is, I’m actually just one of you waiting for my event. That great event.
And for every event, there would always be one unique way for it happen to you.
I personally believe that when you’re depressed, you can easily write mountainous words of your feelings and that you can fill up buckets of thoughts. But when you’re happy, especially when you are “too much” happy. Words are useless. They can’t help you express your feelings. There is no way you can find right words, it would always be not enough.
Writing with depression is something, extravagant and something really to look up. But I really prefer those writings with glee!
I’m childish, I’m immature.
I write about senseless,
overrated things.
I’m childish, I’m immature.
I don’t write about emotional,
deep things.
I’m childish, I’m immature.
I write about anything,
and even spelled words with wrongs spellings.
I’m childish, I’m immature.
but at least, I’m happy!
Happier than any old and matured man.
because only pain can make you feel more alive
and depression proves that happiness is possible
and darkness proves that lightness is there
and sickness proves that healing is true
and all these bad things that happens to you
happens because someday
they will bring good
to you,
too.
gwds:
Have you ever liked a person so much that you just let them use you?
