Sunday, November 27, 2011

He met death

 He looked death straight in the eye,and smiled.A cold arrogant look,that says "You can't get me!My film is far from ending".The intriguing part,it was all in slow motion which makes him capable of recalling every second and every detail.Why did he not just freeze?How could he have enough time to react?Religious people would say "God",some would just blame it on faith,but he knows it was all chance.He rolled the dice and got the big number,so death had to pay up.

*not a short story*
Love,Just.

Friday, November 25, 2011

The balcony scene

 Imagine a balcony on the second floor.It has a big wide glass door,rough edges,white color head to bottom.He's standing there leaning on his right foot,enjoying a good smoke while watching the people below him.The jeans on him fit perfectly into the fancy new kicks.He's wearing a blue jacket,it looks like one of those biker jackets only its not leather.Hair covering his ears,gently tilted to the right;the color is dark,which makes his green eyes seem like a show-off.His left eyebrow is pierced there's a tunnel in his left ear.It's like he is waiting for something,or someone.


 And there she is,sophisticated and with that adult apparel,yet acting childish and young.Darken blue dress that goes down to where the knees begin,gently stretched on her perfect body.Dark,tall heels that make her beautiful legs stand out.The top clothing is roughly described as a white blouse,cause the moment you look up,it's like her eyes will not let you go.Those precious sea-blue eyes that just take your breath in an instant.Her red flaming hair is the last piece,and only then,you have the Mona Lisa in front of your eyes.

To be continued..


Love,Just.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Between worlds

He spends more time in fantasies than real world.Knowing which one is which became a struggle,a battle between soul and mind. Fighting reality can be confusing.

Love,Just.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Another bottle down the drain.

 Another mistake,another lesson learned.Unlike the typical person,I don't regret mistakes.So instead of feeling bad for being fooled,I'm happy...cause next time,well next time I'll know what to expect,I'll see it coming.My choices are not bad nor good...they're just decisions.
In the end,every mistake gets me closer to perfection...even if I'll never get to reach it fully,the goal is getting as close as possible.

Love,Just.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Music for the soul

He drinks to remember that he must forget,and drunk being him,he cannot be upset.

How can he be sad and not care at the same time?Hatred surrounds him,but anger is absent.Tick..tock..and weeks pass by in the blink of an eye.But with each blink another week has gone,yet nothing has changed.At least he got his music to keep his soul in check.

Love,Just.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

A state of mind

 He feels the emptiness inside,a void that's neither white nor black.There is no feeling that describes it,no definition for his state of mind.Soulless among the others,an unknown entity in the realm of ghosts.He has no past or future,time becoming an undefined constant.He finds himself at the edge of a gray sea,surrounded by white mist.There's hell hounds howling in the distance,a white owl hooting nearby.He must take a step,but which direction should he go?Not knowing if to jump or lay,he can't do anything but stay...

"My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it." - Hemingway
 Love,Just.