Her hand quakes as the beating in her heart elevates. A mass of unshed tears began to mist her eyes. A growing sensation wonders and the mask she once wore crumbles.

It’s over. You’ re a mistake. A figment my muse – a misspelled irrevocable curse. So shed your skin, lather and lash at your breathe as you give into sin. Sit on the cold taunting ground, feel vulnerable. Your heart is split in two and the windows to your soul are fogged. Yet with all you’re in, I feel not a thing. Again, nothing at all. An empty and void feeling – stale as you broke apart.

Her heart stings Her lips dry. Her voice is mute and her breathing stops. His words dagger into her heart. She lies motionless on the ground.

She died before him, but he just walked away.

The scene ends all but lacking hate.

 

I’m eighteen today. It’s my birthday!

It feels like any other kind of day.

Nose is cold, Throat is throbbing and Voice is muting….(i,m dead tired even after yesterday’s sleep from 5pm to 9am today)

I guess I’ll just wait and see how the day turns out to be….

           Love,

                A Battlefield Eighteen AWAITING your something.

Notice: Whispers or Pure is a toodler ironically it has just turned one. The irony I will let sleep and be vague to you. I have never truly understood the depth or meaning or fascination of a blog turning an age – insignificant. This place I’ve created relieves the stress of my soon ending highschool days. It energizes my sense and lets me inhale creativity and exhale serenity. It’s a blessing and it births a new idea and happy context daily.

Anyways, I think I miss blogger a bit, we did have our romance on and off again break(ing). I hope I soon am able to get use to this wordpress.

4 MORE DAYs till I’m officially Eighteen, I rather enjoy seventeen – it must be my mere fascination with the odd.  😉

February, a mere unrequitted month of quite a many happenings, whats coming up for me is the following:

Feb 4 : my blogger turns this many ( aye, oh darn just a year old, shouldnt that be encouraging huh, I ‘ve stayed on board for a full year give or take a few days where I wanted out but I stayed…shame, regret, mistake, past is a pardon, future spoken..i will continue blogging and perhaps get me own better fulfuling relationship without blogger, rather with my own domain and a little help from me angelic sisters (the techie marvel n the photoshop darling)

Feb 5: my youngster baby sister i will always call baby turns the big five, yes five years old, all the years for her inshallah…she loves birthdays each and every one though she wasnt born on those days she wants someone to sing happy to you sometimes everyday. 😉 + its a day i might if the probabilty of an algebraic equation equates to my terms, I might fall into a ditch ( a pun, my play of words so it seems vague to you 😉

Feb 8: I am legal to live, I turn eighteen finally, although I much wish to stay seventeen because I am a fan of odd numbers that communicate well without evoking buried souviners of well, somethings that dont wish to be recollected from time to time. Anyways, I need to get a drivers permit, learn to drive, though I master the art of driving from when I was a wee bit old, cuz I’ve witnessed sisters and there driving experience, I know how to navigate my way with a vehicle and that nonsense. Being Eighteen means one thing, the mile I am walking towards the reach goal, is finally nearing to the end, and graduation will be soon. I can’t wait to wrap up with highschool and keep walking forward, not glancing or turning back. Long post, ugly looking blog site, I hope it eventually undergoes some glamour quite soon if everything unfolds to my perspective.

I forgot to mention, this….

There all is out in the open, what’s significant?