Monday, March 28, 2016

I HAD SNACK THAT LOOKED LITERALLY LIKE SHIT.




People really change. Whoever denies has his brain made of shit. Everything must change in order to exist. These recent weeks have lasted longer than the wait for Game of Thrones. I hardly talk to my best friend now. We used to talk more often back then. Now, she gave me a message when she needs help contacting her family. I wonder if we are taking our friendship for granted.


As for the company I'm working for, I still feel warm being here. Regardless of the fact that people are spreading every where with other projects and plans, and the studio has become less crowded, I still feel ok to work here. I haven't established anything successful to step inside a different pair of shoes.

One of the old friends of mine, if we are even friends, turned into someone new last week. New position and new responsibilities. I am unable to start any conversations with him now for we have all changed. I am no longer the witty and sharp kid he used to talk to. And he no longer has the kind of sophistication I am fond of. I don't even remember how I felt, only fact. If you find someone who matches almost everything of yours at a certain time, in a funny way, will you appreciate their existence in your life? 
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Monday, March 14, 2016

CRIMSON SKY.

Tonight.
I looked outside of the window and saw beautiful blocks of shadows coated on grey houses. Crimson sky fell down in grace. The infinity of the night scares and excites me. It could swallow my tiny body and mind, or lift me up high enough to blend with the dark. I don't want to be aroused. I would close my eyes and let it be. I'd be one of the house coated with shadows. Or I'd be a crimson spot on the ground running through dirt, spreading widely in silence. How could the sky be so beautiful at night and yet so few people enjoy it? 
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