Secretcorner81

I decided to flip one page after the other in this book I hold at hand, decided to fetch for answers, maybe I wasnt sure enough of the answers, or maybe I decided to look into the lines! Looking from my window into the streets of the unknown, near the lake  I sat looking down the many reflections, played gently with the echoing waves~ a petal from nowhere fell on the service, crying the baby who never came back!~ Lefting another leave from the floor, I stepped into others, crushing down all regrets. Nothing could bring back your stolen moments, not even a pray. What was yesterday remains within the book. Whatever you ve got now just invest! Havent decided yet, into another glory I swim. This time I took off all tarnish~ nothing left like before. Gazing back from my window- I smiled at the sight of a little girl riding her bicycle, she hang a flower on her hair~ singing down miracles~ "Embrace your life just like a little girl, with no worries" #hopes#live...

Weird how things pile up inside us that we sometimes forget how to tidy all the cripple. I never knew how things will end up, or where I will find myself, just when you take life forgranted. Maybe I was so immersed inside myself , that I couldnt believe something other than the normal could happen! I guess, I was looking deep into nowhere, so deep that whatever passes  my eyes was not worth any attention..! I woke up one night when everything have settled down, not even for the whispering birds extending there wings, anymore. That night it was pitch dark, I guess I was too late, even when you repent, you cant just get it back! Inside that box of where all the faces lay inside, I collected a bunch of trails, guess the stories were stitched with dust, once you blow them they vanish into air. Or maybe the dolls I ve never took care of, they sat for years in one place, eyes were starring up the ceiling, maybe in hope for a future, but there was none. For those little ...

I started my line, right after they blew the trumpets on the arrival of 2016. I was wondering what could be new this year, other than the past. What else could be so amazingly different, something that will stirr away excitment. I knew that I was the only person who could stirr the change, and bring something of different dimension into my horizon. I knew I was capable enough to reflect back on my timeline. We all know so many things, sometimes we just know what could bring our happiness and yet we procrastinate the action from happening. For the fact that change could alter so many things in your life, could challenge you to become your best version, could take you on a journey of depth and knowledge and yet we delay the process from happening. This year, I was hesitant to write my resolution cause I kept on failing the other times when I prompted myself to do so. I wasnt sure what I would promise myself, and yet fail to fulfill that. I looked up this time to the space where ...

I woke up again from a memory of despair.Inside the timeline, my child that I carried day and night, I saw down the memories carrying so much pain. I knew I was still stuck inside time , I raise an eye to the sky, and pray.  I ask the lord to vanish all the sorrow. Life became a heavy burden to carry. Walking alone again was unbearable. Alone, my arms ache of the loss, there where a child used to lay, the pain inside my eyes grew like never I thought it would be easy,asked the lord to make me forget, to put me in amnesia, to delete all from my memory, so that my brain hold nothing except 0 and 1. I knew this was impossible, I knew that I had to learn how to forget, to fight the feeling, to fight her sight, to struggle my fights to fall a sleep. Even sleeping became hard to when I used to sleep for hours, now i only fall asleep for 3 minutes and wake up in dismay. I look up again to the ceiling, trying to figure out another positive scenorio, but again i retur...

Today, I wokeup at the sound of her memories. Somewhere deep inside the books of yesterday. She drew a heart and a house, and built a fancy car. She said she will build me a house, she wanted to be an architect. Her dreams were drawn on her windows, wokeup everyday with a glim in her eyes "Yesterday was her memorial, she left a house, and left her dolls with dismay. I still feel her, hear her giggles down the aisles. She was still there fetching for her rollerblades, and notebooks." I continue down the aisles, I walk this time with care. I traced my tired looking hands. Everything looks so blare. The place is aching with grey, nothing left like before. The memories of yesterday were still so flare. Down the memory lane she was still playing her dolls a mommy and a big family. She was grand, even when she played at days  One year back I woke up from a nightmare to the scent of her blood and broken jawline. She was still there planting down her future....

She met him in a caffe, in a crowded place in NewYork. Everything looked so different, even the food. She was frightened, New York looked so big to her, the buildings stand tall, not that she is familar with. ---- She loved the dependency she enjoyed, Walking all alone without any interference from her family. Everyday, at 9:00 a.m she strides through south park, pass by the boutiques for a window shopping adventure. One day, after a long walk, she felt hungry, and decided to hit a coffee shop. The place was crowded, and everything around looked so odd. She was hesitant to take the line and stand in the queue. Maybe afraid in this big place, she looked like a small dot in a big box of surprises, or maybe this is how she felt! He met her eyes, and gave her a chance to step in, she waited to place her order, and when her turn came, she mumbled the order, the food looked so different, she couldnt speak clear. She was confused, afriad and lonely. After several tries, she managed ...

He dragged his heavy legs, walking across the roads, from where he found a thread. He traced the bloody mud, things that used to be, not anymore there. Anywhere in this map could hold a place for me to hide, he sighed! He walked up the stairs, heavy this time, waiting for some mercy to bring happiness again to his heart. He hoped for something else, for some details to fill this head. The old furniture still laying around reminding him of the scent! This time he moved quickly, ran up the stairs to his room , he locked away his heart. He sat on the couch, remembering the same old yesterday. Details are still playing the same old roles. I think, he murmured...he sighed away and drifted with yesterday! He remembered the lines again.." you better forget her, she doesnt deserve your attention anymore..." memories are kept away, especially when they hurt so much... I dont know, I cant seem to forget. Everyday I walk by, to remember me again playing on the same records o...