Why did they have to exist?

"The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words?"

~ Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)

How Long?

Sitting on the floor yesterday, next to the pile of the tossed-away books that I intentionally hid for the past two months to retrieve the piece of paper with the list of summer assignments made the fact that school's about to start dawn on me.

Besides the scary idea of starting my final year, I generally dread going to school.. The load of work, worries and drama are things I avoid thinking about during summer break.. For how long though?

I gotta get my head straight, kiss the days of sitting-and-thinking-about-nothing goodbye and just enjoy what's left of it for now.

A Way Out

Things always seem complicated at the beginning, just like a puzzle, you say there's no way I can solve it but when you actually make your first attempt, it gets easier with every block that you move aside. And when more blocks come your way, you'll just have to think differently, try another trick, a positive attitude, and without knowing it, the block finally leaves the frame, giving you a sense of accomplishment and sheer knowledge that there's always a way out, always.

P.S I'm a Blue Block addict. Currently solving puzzle number 232.

The Other Side of the Line

Memories are like lucky charms you'd want to wrap around your neck to remember them everytime you look at your reflection on the mirror, they're like the broken-winged butterflies that you hold in your palm and keep hoping beyond hope that they'd fly again.. They're the sweet carvings on the wall of your heart that will stay there even if your wounds are healed. Even if time washed away all your worries like the sand writings on the shore, the waves will keep coming and healing in the same way it did the first time. Memories are the fine line between what could have been and what really happened, they're like the dividing red line between this and that, one step back and you're left to reminisce and weep, half a step forward and you go back to your senses, to the reality that things are different here, on this side of the line.

Until I Have To..

"I will not feel, I will not
feel, until
I have to"

~ The Visiting Hour, Norman McCaig.

Every so often, we try to block out certain feelings.. It may be because we're afraid to experience them or we think that we're still not ready yet. But when the right time comes, you have no choice but to give in.. You feel like being numb on the inside but deep down, you're feeling what you previously chose not to. At the time, you think you won't bear it, to say the least, but ever so quickly, it'll be a part of you that you'd never want to be separated from.