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Posted by Medizy - December 30th, 2010
I have been feeling like jumping off the building for the past few whatever. But then again, things aren't all bad.
I mean, sure, I could sit down and count all the things I need to worry and things I'll need to worry in the future and then have a mental break down, but it's better to count the things that are getting better lately. This? These boxes and bottles contains parts of that "better", and it would not have been possible without that certain person who could both put a smile on my face and make tears flow down my face at the same time.
Thank you.
Posted by Medizy - December 17th, 2010
It has been raining for the past few days, the dark purple sunsets, the rain paddling on the window, the footsteps and the splashes made by the cars and motorcycles that drives by the streets, I think it's quite nice actually.
Yesterday afternoon I went outside to take a walk in the rains, I stopped when I passed by an old park, a place that I have long forgotten until now, the slides and the swing sets were rusted, decayed through time. A rush of memories and nostalgia came over me as I approached and sat down on the wet swings.
I sat there for god knows how long, just staring at the sky with rain pouring down on my face, so many yet so little things going through my mind, then I felt something poking my arms.
It was a girl, looking a bit younger than me, poking my arm, the girl put an umbrella over my head and said that I wouldn't need to return it. At first I refused, but she insisted. I smiled in appreciation and thanked her for the umbrella, she smiled back at me and walked away.
I tried to hold the tears in my eyes at that moment, but I couldn't have held it anymore when she was gone. No matter... The rain washed the tears away as soon as they were out.
I went back there the next day to return it, she wasn't there. Maybe I'll come back another day, or hand it to someone else who might need it, after all, this was never mine.
