Often

i wonder how i pass my time.

until then.

On death #1

death arrives today.

like any other day, the sky is a faint blue with puff of white clouds hovering within. the trees are green and lively, the birds singing that same ole' song in that monotonous chirp. the blooming flowers are radiant and there is a gentle breeze that sweeps across the grass like how you ruffle a boy's hair. and there's nothing amiss about the urgent ringing of the phone because today is like any other day.

death strikes today.

into the hearts of those who loved the dead-like a hammer's blow-shattering the strongest defenses. and like a running tap, the tears flow and hang loosely by the sides of the chin. they sway, shake and the droplets give in to gravity. silent screams of protest echo in the hearts. the denial of fact is useless- what good is it to reviving the dead?- but nevertheless, they shout to the dead and bid farewell.

few days after the celebration of a coming of age and now the mourning of death. how ironic. how fucking ironic.

when i think too much.

it's amazing how songs are able to capture feelings and details of precise moments and bring them back to me every time i listen to a particular song. the feeling lingers for some time, or at other times, they just become the song. and then, there are songs that i skip away for certain reasons and when the familiar chords waltz their way into my ears once more after a period of time, the details and the emotions come darting in as well. and for a brief moment, my thoughts wander off and the song becomes silent, and the emotions become the notes, and memories become the lyrics, and the song becomes melancholic. then, i come to myself and it is but a song.
oh. the randomness.

I could have been a singer.

Was clearing out files when i saw this report card which is actually just a piece of paper.
A further look at the comment the Music teacher gave me, i believe he was trying to say that
... I would have been someone like Justin Bieber if Youtube had existed back then.

Collectors alert!

You want?

And then sometimes.

the world looks like it could use a good smile.