AN::
Various responses from random people have encouraged me to continue, also, I'm still stuck on my other stories. Hehe.
With this story, I'm experimenting with a different style in the format of tangible thoughts and subconscious knowings. I think it has more of an artistic dot to it; but if you don't get it, don't worry, you're not alone, no one understands me anyways.
"It's become a habit to lay sideways and face towards the left."
Music:: Landslide by Dixie Chicks
~ Pucca
..::.. Failed Life ..::..
..::.. Chapter Two..::..
..::.. Diary ..::..
I still went to school, and I still saw Hiro. He seemed to worry; not that I can tell, seeing that I sit behind him. Ignorance is a bliss.
-Is he thinking about me too?
I began to find that the people whom I call classmates were all so stuck in their own circle of life like a swirl of water going down the toilet. And their futures going down, and down, and down.
-I'm sure that there are lots of girls out there who will fit his clothes, like Kaori Aso.
Sometimes, I find myself walking too confidently down the street, whether by myself or with acquaintances from the agency. And it's like the people are extremely dumbstruck and they don't know how to react so they stare or whisper or peek out from behind books and newspapers because anything or anyone with such confidence and flair and blatant unapologetic disregard for trying to conform to tradition and convention makes them wonder if maybe they're witnessing some kind of revolution or evolution or visionary idyllic proud wild undaunted imagination.
-I think I'm turning into a very idealistic person like George.
Strolling along the cutesy stores that only the underground world would know about, I paced from stand to stand where they had jewelry of any kind. Everything was so genuine and authentic; it made me want to cry knowing that only these absolute accessories are hand made. And that such dedication was poured into these delicate and exquisite rare finds.
-I looked for blue butterflies.
Last night I dreamt a dream. In which I was a black rose, extending from the base of a tree. The tree had spiked leaves and many carvings; a poof pink bird sat in one of the branches. And there in the sky, was a butterfly that was so brilliantly blue; it hurt my eyes to look at it. The butterfly landed on me; I felt so happy. Then someone came along and crushed me. And like a mist, the dream faded. I distinctively saw the tree as Arashi since he is so grounded, and the pink bird as Miwako, seeing that it is her favorite color. The blue butterfly was George.
-Life seemed pointless yet full of promises at the same time.
Today, Suguru demanded the ten bucks I owe him for his silence in a visit after his study session. What a lie. Even if he did tell, he doesn't know all that goes on in the night.
-Someone said I looked pale, must have been Shimamoto.
All that love should be; it isn't. Love is like a spontaneous summer storm, sudden and unexpected. The sky would turn dark, all hope would prevail, and the rain would come down. But the storm would reach the eye, and it's quiet; the winds outside don't roar, only rustle. And for a moment, you can find that unwavering peace within yourself. And for a moment, that brazen strength you never knew you had will arise. And for a moment, you will find yourself in paradise.
-Love is only as good as love gets.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Whadaya tink? (.~)V Yeah, kinda weird I know.
Various responses from random people have encouraged me to continue, also, I'm still stuck on my other stories. Hehe.
With this story, I'm experimenting with a different style in the format of tangible thoughts and subconscious knowings. I think it has more of an artistic dot to it; but if you don't get it, don't worry, you're not alone, no one understands me anyways.
"It's become a habit to lay sideways and face towards the left."
Music:: Landslide by Dixie Chicks
~ Pucca
..::.. Failed Life ..::..
..::.. Chapter Two..::..
..::.. Diary ..::..
I still went to school, and I still saw Hiro. He seemed to worry; not that I can tell, seeing that I sit behind him. Ignorance is a bliss.
-Is he thinking about me too?
I began to find that the people whom I call classmates were all so stuck in their own circle of life like a swirl of water going down the toilet. And their futures going down, and down, and down.
-I'm sure that there are lots of girls out there who will fit his clothes, like Kaori Aso.
Sometimes, I find myself walking too confidently down the street, whether by myself or with acquaintances from the agency. And it's like the people are extremely dumbstruck and they don't know how to react so they stare or whisper or peek out from behind books and newspapers because anything or anyone with such confidence and flair and blatant unapologetic disregard for trying to conform to tradition and convention makes them wonder if maybe they're witnessing some kind of revolution or evolution or visionary idyllic proud wild undaunted imagination.
-I think I'm turning into a very idealistic person like George.
Strolling along the cutesy stores that only the underground world would know about, I paced from stand to stand where they had jewelry of any kind. Everything was so genuine and authentic; it made me want to cry knowing that only these absolute accessories are hand made. And that such dedication was poured into these delicate and exquisite rare finds.
-I looked for blue butterflies.
Last night I dreamt a dream. In which I was a black rose, extending from the base of a tree. The tree had spiked leaves and many carvings; a poof pink bird sat in one of the branches. And there in the sky, was a butterfly that was so brilliantly blue; it hurt my eyes to look at it. The butterfly landed on me; I felt so happy. Then someone came along and crushed me. And like a mist, the dream faded. I distinctively saw the tree as Arashi since he is so grounded, and the pink bird as Miwako, seeing that it is her favorite color. The blue butterfly was George.
-Life seemed pointless yet full of promises at the same time.
Today, Suguru demanded the ten bucks I owe him for his silence in a visit after his study session. What a lie. Even if he did tell, he doesn't know all that goes on in the night.
-Someone said I looked pale, must have been Shimamoto.
All that love should be; it isn't. Love is like a spontaneous summer storm, sudden and unexpected. The sky would turn dark, all hope would prevail, and the rain would come down. But the storm would reach the eye, and it's quiet; the winds outside don't roar, only rustle. And for a moment, you can find that unwavering peace within yourself. And for a moment, that brazen strength you never knew you had will arise. And for a moment, you will find yourself in paradise.
-Love is only as good as love gets.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Whadaya tink? (.~)V Yeah, kinda weird I know.
