Damsel In Streets

"A thousand cranes for one wish", he said. I am a fool to believe that a thousand cranes will help me convince the universe that you belong to me. I may be a fool but I held on that, longer than you can imagine and here I am folding my last crane to complete the three thousandths.

I like to believe that you've been thinking of me. How ironic the universe must have been, to make me believe that maybe, we are meant to be. You are those city lights, so bright and serene from where I stand last night and this is the distance I would like to keep so that you may never hear how my heart skips a beat whenever you are near.

I try to live in a blur offered by this life I never chose. I try to seek what is good yet there is nothing. I see nothing but unimaginable pain, hatred and misery. I have nothing beside me but the numbness inside my chest and  helpless silent cries each night. There is no escape, nothing will ever free me from this chain of overwhelming sadness.

Do people read anymore? Its been a while since I visited this blog that I've created years ago. I was an avid reader of different blogs and until now I still follow these blogs. Since it is the holidays, I decided to catch up on some reading from the bloggers that I've followed and it is too sad to know that not all of them are updating their blogs anymore. They don't write anymore and I just miss reading their stories and ideas that inspired me ages ago to create my own blog. My love for the written words has always been there. I believe that writing is the purest form of expression rather than speaking naturally because when you write, you reflect deeply on the thoughts that you want to express. It is for me, the sincerest and the most beautiful among the rest. It is a personal preference only. Spoken words are good too but in my personal opinion, this is what I prefer. I guess the blogging sphere is now in the limelight due to the preference of people over v...