Monday, October 31, 2011

The moonbeam

 It was the 80's,they were young and in love.He was a young journalist wannabe,in his first year of college;she was on her way to become an actress.They didn't live together,but they had a place of their own.There was this tree by the river,a young not so tall Judas-tree that had these pinkish-red flowers;it was the prettiest tree among the others.They used to spend their time by that tree on spring nights..talking or just standing there,listening to each others breath and the beautiful purl of the flowing river.On the nights with a clear sky,the Moon would reflect a bright white light on the water surface,which seems like fireflies,dancing above the water.
 -"You see the moonbeam?That's you!And I am the river,always on the move but every time there to reflect the moonbeam" he says.

 -"But the moonbeam is there only on clear sky nights!Doesn't the river feel lonely when she's not there?" asks she humbly.

 -"It does,the river feels lonely everyday but lives with hope that night shall come and they'll be reunited" *sighs silently*
And they fall asleep..

 But the river eventually dries-up,leaving the moonbeam all by herself.Some might call that "course of nature"...others just broken promises.
Love,Just.

Friday, October 28, 2011

The darkness takes over

 His care ceased long time ago but for some reason the blood is still rushing when those moments turn up.Those moments when he should feel something or somehow...it's just anger.Adrenaline kicks in every time but he must not let it take control,cause if he does..Hell might just unleash.He's not afraid of the pits or the flames,that's just collateral.It's what happens after that scares him,when the flames are gone and the pits have vanished.
 How long will he be able to contain it,when will the beast finally break the cage to take over?He only hopes that such a moment will not occur,but that's as much as he can do.It happened before,the darkness took over and the beast showed its teeth.The evilness it's capable of,inspired so much fear that even it's master took a step back.It makes Doomsday seem like a fairytale.
Small cracks appear on the chains with every day they taunt him.
The beast knows that the day is near...

Just.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Dust and despair

 He gently opens his eyes...It's morning,the nature's coming back to life.Water drops..slowly falling from the leaves,down to the ground.The storm had left those places continuing its journey,pouring on other fields by now.
-"What happened?Why am I laying on this dusty floor?"
His memories are shady and blurred.He remembers entering the room,but has no clue of the reason he's on the floor.
-"I must've fallen asleep from all the liquor.Oh!If only I could blame the liquor.."
There's ashes on the floor,side by side with the burnt cigarettes.He feels like he'd just came back from a forgotten place,a place of memories,a place that belongs in the past.If only she was there right now,to see the grownup him...
-"What am I doing here?!Why must I relive those moments?!Wish I could let it go.."
Confused and disoriented,he doubts his sanity by now.What would she think about him if she'd see this picture?
-"I must control myself!I cannot let him take control..my dark passenger"
He left the room and closed the door behind.All that's left now is the dust in the room and an empty bottle of Jack.

 *It's a continuance to the chapter "The storm".Hope someone will enjoy this*

Love,Just.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Wonderful weekend

12 P.M. Saturday (Nijikon day 1):
- I left home for the Nijikon,but not before eating my breakfast (yes,that's right.I eat breakfast around 12' on weekends).*Nijikon = similar to a comic-con,but the theme is more based on animes*
-@Nijikon,wandering around.Pretty girls on the left,cute girls on the right,pretty girls dressed as cute anime characters in the front.A bit of chitchat here and there,just small talk and random stuff.
9 P.M. Saturday:
-Instead of going home I decide for a "sleepover".It's freezing outside,we choose to cut the road thru the park,and the funny part...the guy in who's house we're supposed to crash suddenly says "Ok,which way now?" "Excuse me?You live here..you're the one leading!".So we wondered around the dark alleys of the park for like 40 minutes, until we finally found the right way.

2 A.M. Sunday :
-Already drunk by now
-We keep drinking,some movies,a bit of music now and then

6 A.M. Sunday :
-Pretty much everyone is passed out by now,or just sleeping

11 A.M. Sunday (Nijikon day 2):
-Back @Nijikon,obviously very hung over,possibly still drunk.
-More wandering,less chitchat

6 P.M. Sunday -Finally home.And what do I do,instead of going to sleep.I start reading blogs and writing this post.By now I'm  pretty much a zombie,and by the time I press the "Post" button,I decide my level of zombieness has reached it's limit.Good night!

Love,Just.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Yesterday changed.Which way is up?

 They say turning eighteen comes with drastic changes,but I always imagined it's just a myth.Few months have passed,and the pattern was unchanged.Only to wake up on day surrounded by a mist of doubt.
  Yesterday's facts became today's questions,old questions just raised more of those,while certainties just faded into the abyss of thoughts.I boarded the train and ended up deciding whether I want or not to reach it's destination.

Love,Just.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

It's about B. // Kindness or fear?

 Today I was mad about some school stuff..."killer-face" mad!It might seem usual,but I'm almost never mad about school,I never reach the level of anger I've reached today.Normally I'd be a bit sad,maybe some sarcastic statements here and there.But then,the strangest thing have happened as B. just randomly hugged me,resting her head on my chest for a moment followed by a short kiss on the cheek.I got random hugs before,but none were like this one.For a moment that hug scared away all my problems,and those few seconds felt like hours.I guess it's just the fact it was from B. and everything that happened,and didn't happen between us.I'd give a whole night with any other girl for the the feeling that B. gave me for a few seconds.




Isn't it weird that random people you know,start being sweet to you when it's obvious you're mad?Why do they do that..really now?!Do they come true at those moments,removing their daily masks,all out of compassion?If you want to know what a person really thinks about you,the moment they're mad is the right one.Some will say it was the anger and the nerves that talked,not them...I beg to differ!

The thing about being mad,is that you don't overthink the words that come out of your mouth;you just tell'em out straight up.Not everything that comes out of the anger are real thoughts,it's just the little things...the personal truthful opinions.We should not however leave out the fact that some of those are situational.It might be a short term opinion,like calling someone stupid,for the simple reason they did something that you believe it testifies for stupidity at the given moment and only then.

So..what if people act like that with you because they know you're mad,and somehow on an upper level of consciousness they're afraid you might tell them what you really think!?Angry/Mad people tend to act a bit mean..so why don't the people around them do what they usually do when they confront mean people,ignoring them or reacting back.Maybe I'm wrong and they just feel your anger and the need of kindness.

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*side note: on the 2nd part of the post I'm talking in general,so make abstraction of the moment about B. as since she's not random *

Love,Just.




 

Monday, October 17, 2011

The storm

 He remembers every detail,even after all these years.Her soft skin going against his,her jasmine scent that filled the sheets of the bed and her eyes,the most beautiful blue eyes he ever seen.He used to say that looking into her eyes was like a journey into the depths of the ocean..a clear see-through blue color,giving you a warm pleasant feeling.
Out of nowhere,the entire room lights up followed by a thunder coming from outside.
"-It's a storm!She's afraid of storms.She needs me to be there and tell her it's okay,while hugging her gently.The thunder scares her,which is cute cause it makes her seem so innocent."
Another lightning strikes,the thunder following up faster this time."It must be close"
"-But that's the past,that's all in the past...I can't keep pretending it's the present."


The best part about a storm is the moment it ends,cause only then you realize the calm of nature and how quiet it is.For every problem we have in our lives,there's the moment of joy when the problem ends.We should cherish the end instead of being sad about the storm. 
I felt like continuing my short story.More chapters should come up following
Love,Just.
 

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Sunday, October 09, 2011

I've always considered fall the start of the loop.Autumn for me is the moment when the clock turns 1:00,and starts the loop all over again.It usually comes with a bit of melancholy and sadness,which is weird if I take in consideration the fact that I'm a rain person.
I like the rain,I love the gloomy days.I find those days a need in our lives.Think about it,without the clouds..there's no reason for happiness when the sun shines.Now back to my homemade cookies,my hot cup of tea and least but not the last,my lovely movies.
Love,Just.
 

Saturday, October 08, 2011

It's the journey not the destination

Some time ago I've come to the conclusion that TIME goes too fast.I feel like I'm rushing thru...the days seem too short,weeks appear to be just fractions of a month that go by in the blink of an eye.Sometimes I'm afraid to blink,scared of the possibility that by the time my eyelid opens back the day turns into night.Most of the time we think of the future,waiting for what's next to happen instead of enjoying the moment,living it.I get the part where "life's a journey",I just don't know why we rush it.The point is you gotta stop now and then,look around and enjoy the moment..cause there won't be more of it,you can't eat the same apple twice.Now now,I'm aware there's nothing new in what I wrote here,so just consider it a reminder for the ones that read it ^_^
Love,Just.

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

A small glimpse of myself

 I'm the rider in the back of the train wagon,the shady person that's rarely observed unless he chooses  to make himself noticed.A ghost...one restless soul just passing by and taking notes.For the people that know me I'm just the friendly,quiet dude,who's lines if not sarcastic,make them question themselves.All that might be facts..or just an image created on purpose to deceive everyone,but the ones that really want to and actually manage to get me for real.It's up to you to decide whether I'm worthed knowing or just walked by.
Love,Just.