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November 17th, 2009, 09:07 PM
I started to write this book/story using this weird format. I'm just experimenting this format and i need your thoughts on it. I think it hard to follow but here it go.
The blue sky is closing in as the train enters the dark tunnel. Lonely breezes of wind brush through my right hand as it reach the wide opening window. Within those breezes are air that I probably breath for the last time. Perhaps dancing to the requiem of me, a nonentity in this city. The city that is so pretty under the moon lit sky. I'm just like a cloud of smoke being released by a burning cigarette.Free floating, being posit by the lonely wind.
"Ding." The sound of that bell turn my peaceful morning into a pandemonium.My cup of coffee gives off a distinct aroma when a student come to me with an insouciant expression on his face."Whats wrong?" I asked him. He replied with a question about yesterday's lesson. I gave him a hand signal to sit down and he did in a obedience manner. The room quickly transform and morph itself into a party. What did i expected to come out of this class? And what can you possibly want to know about the past.
I woke up as the train come to an abrupt stop. People started to fight their way to the exits. Children, elders, women, men with suitcases in their hand wanting to breath fresh air after hours of riding on a box. I sat there patiently for time to pass by. When it does the line of human chain start to break. My eyes set its sight on the exit as my hand being controlled by my own precognition. They grab the suitcase by the time my feet stood to the ever flowing river of time. Doors of the mechanical mount close behind me. What in front of me now is a place of reunion, welcoming their beloved back to the sweet home that they built. Who am I, a nonentity, a cockroach in the sea of primates. And when my boat sinks, the cockroach is going to frown. Over thirty four years of life I never thought about this, until now. Is this the same road Robert Frost faced? I will just have to see if I've chosen the right one.
Reminiscence of myself counting on the hand of a clock waiting to get out when i was young. History repeat itself, now I'm doing the same thing just for different contentions."Ding." Finally it rang to end my day. I quickly trot out into the full courtyard with the half-full cup of coffee in my hand. The courtyard is an interesting place. It is like a miniature society of humans. There are savage beast filled with lustful instincts. How can i blame them if lust last only for hours but a broken heart last for years. Well, unless you find out you have AID afterward. I am one of them i guess. The differences between love and lust are subtle and hard to define.Then there are the hypocrites who warp themselves in a paradox. And last but not least the ignorance. There might be more but these three types are what i believe to exist. Each human will fit into at least one of these idea.This remind me, my new roommate is coming today.
The blue sky is closing in as the train enters the dark tunnel. Lonely breezes of wind brush through my right hand as it reach the wide opening window. Within those breezes are air that I probably breath for the last time. Perhaps dancing to the requiem of me, a nonentity in this city. The city that is so pretty under the moon lit sky. I'm just like a cloud of smoke being released by a burning cigarette.Free floating, being posit by the lonely wind.
"Ding." The sound of that bell turn my peaceful morning into a pandemonium.My cup of coffee gives off a distinct aroma when a student come to me with an insouciant expression on his face."Whats wrong?" I asked him. He replied with a question about yesterday's lesson. I gave him a hand signal to sit down and he did in a obedience manner. The room quickly transform and morph itself into a party. What did i expected to come out of this class? And what can you possibly want to know about the past.
I woke up as the train come to an abrupt stop. People started to fight their way to the exits. Children, elders, women, men with suitcases in their hand wanting to breath fresh air after hours of riding on a box. I sat there patiently for time to pass by. When it does the line of human chain start to break. My eyes set its sight on the exit as my hand being controlled by my own precognition. They grab the suitcase by the time my feet stood to the ever flowing river of time. Doors of the mechanical mount close behind me. What in front of me now is a place of reunion, welcoming their beloved back to the sweet home that they built. Who am I, a nonentity, a cockroach in the sea of primates. And when my boat sinks, the cockroach is going to frown. Over thirty four years of life I never thought about this, until now. Is this the same road Robert Frost faced? I will just have to see if I've chosen the right one.
Reminiscence of myself counting on the hand of a clock waiting to get out when i was young. History repeat itself, now I'm doing the same thing just for different contentions."Ding." Finally it rang to end my day. I quickly trot out into the full courtyard with the half-full cup of coffee in my hand. The courtyard is an interesting place. It is like a miniature society of humans. There are savage beast filled with lustful instincts. How can i blame them if lust last only for hours but a broken heart last for years. Well, unless you find out you have AID afterward. I am one of them i guess. The differences between love and lust are subtle and hard to define.Then there are the hypocrites who warp themselves in a paradox. And last but not least the ignorance. There might be more but these three types are what i believe to exist. Each human will fit into at least one of these idea.This remind me, my new roommate is coming today.