the beginning is the end is the beginning Alone in this realm of shadows, he waited. By now, his patience was less of a virtue and more of an old habit, but it would have to do. By now, he knew all about waiting. He shut his eyes and time felt asleep. . He felt […]
Feet light, eyes wide, she walked the narrow path. The forest was old, ancient trees stood proud and tall, black pillars in a hall of emerald. At one point she veered off course, laying her palm flat against the rough bark, tracing the red lines slanting upward. Time slept here, slumberred deep in the shroud […]
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; A handful of golden leaves lied on her desk at the end of May, as pretty as they were dead. She caressed the rough pads, idly wondered if this was the difference between dying with the […]
She’s torturing herself, and she can’t stop. They said their goodbyes — he did, she only managed to told him to forget her, leaving unspoken the fact that she would never ever be able to do the same. He didn’t need the burden, she told herself. Still, her heart felt— emptier, more hollow. A barren stretch of […]
In one dream, I felt light and heat exploded around me. It was a singularity of my own doing: a little bright beam of sunshine, amplified to infinity, trapped inside a hall of mirror. I recognized, but did not feel the heat. Standing in the center, I felt like I’m witnessing the birth of a […]
nor are we forgiven The room has one window — large enough, but the sliding panels never allow it to be more than halfway opened. Doesn’t matter, really. The wind rarely comes between two protruding blocks on either side, and the harsh summer sun burns off leaves and flowers alike, leaving the color of dead straw […]
All this happened, more or less.— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five via Writing 201: Intros and Hooks.
… but I’m kinda sorta tired (read: exhausted) right now. So this is a piece of my newest obsession: the bittersweet pair from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I just want to spend time talking about stuffs that matters. You’ll talk about your latest inspiration, and I will tell you mine. We will feed each other our curiosity and enthusiasm. You will suggest this and I will recommend that. We will comment on them, eyes bright and alive. Not because we feel inclined […]
Hôm qua mình viết “Đừng hi vọng đơn phương cứu vớt một cuộc tình. It takes two to tango.” Hôm nay, cậu ta đột ngột gửi một tin nhắn khó hiểu như lời tạ từ. Rồi biến mất. Biến. Mất. Không tăm tích. . Mình đã suy nghĩ, và cũng đã ngăn bản thân không […]