"Lights will guide you home, and Ignite your bones. I will try, to fix you." Fix you- Coldplay
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December 4,
I see Majestic skies of pink and orange, marmalade. Still waiting for it to devour my soul.
I've never seen such beauty.
I must admit, that I rarely appreciate these sorts of things. Even the first part is a bit unlikely, poetry is not my thing.
Sitting on the freshly-cut grass, i sighed. Dear me, I hope I brought my sketchbook and pencil case, this is a life and death situation.
If it isn't here then I should head back home, I thought.
I grabbed my backpack and phone, and headed back home.
On my way home i rode the bus, I took one of my favourite books from my bag -Sense and Sensibility. Who wouldn't like Jane Austen's brilliant works?
After then, I took off and started walking my way home.
I missed another date with myself, If I haven't just left that darn sketch..
I touched the inside of my bag
that darn sketch-
HOLY SMOKES IT'S IN MY FREAKING BAG ALL ALONG
Suddenly, the sky started to fall
Not actually 'fall' because that'd be pretty cool and surreal at the same time, but you know what I mean.
I opened my palm and reached the space adjacent to my body
Rain's coming
I let out a sigh
We finally meet again, old friend.
I held my palm again, this time I held both of my palms and stared at the space of nothingness, the dark matter started to fill my eyes.
Pretty magical, ain't it?
As I stare, I closed my eyes and smiled.
Rain pours down on my face
It was pretty good, yet
I do not know where I am.
The streets are foggy, and deserted.
Somehow, it looked like Silent Hill Origins, the game my brother used to play. It literally gave him nightmares, which was pretty funny.
OKAY BACK TO THE STREETS
I searched for any signs of silhouettes and dark figures, but it was nowhere to be seen.
As for now, I must seek for shelter
Nah
No need. I shall face my punishment
But more like, a blessing.
Rain has always been a good friend to me.
I remember when I was in 1st grade
Mum said, I shouldn't be playing outside whenever it's raining. Our blood line is asthmatic, one small drop and it's fatal.
Just kidding
But growing up, I kept my Mum's words. I became slightly like a goat, I've never been touched by the rain.
Though, watching the rain drops fall was one of my hobby.
