Will you ever know ? -Dec 04, 2.55 A.M.

"They ask me how you are. And I nod, I wonder if they understand. They probably don't. I don't yet either. Maybe you do, you ought to. You generally have a reason, or so I'd like to believe.


Your laughter doesn't ring in my ears anymore, neither does your scent linger in my nose. Your images don't flash past my eyes, I don't even feel you watch me dance. I guess I'm just lying.
People close to me look askance when I try to talk. People I don't like, are all ears. And my soul screams out, not a sound escaping my body..

Will you ever know how I watch the horizon for a sign of my lost cowboy to come in riding through the sun ?

Will you ever know how I manage to have a constant smile, knowing it'll vanish the minute i turn away?

Will you ever know that you are among the few people I have forgiven for making me cry myself to sleep ?

Will you ever know how difficult it is to wake up on an empty stomach and find yourself abandoned ? Will you ever... "

The pen slipped from her hands, as she slipped out of herself..

the boy - Dec 03, 7.56 P.M.

ah. It's him.
the boy who walks into class like the devil himself drove him to college
the boy whose very smile hides a sneer of disdain, of adorable contempt
the boy who pretends to have no idea what you're talking about, and still manages to look cutely clueless
the boy who makes every junior wish she were hotter and every senior wish she were younger
the boy whose eyes crinkle with delight at the sight of the forbidden
the boy who is kind to wasps who don't harm him but brutal to women who love him
the boy who despises lies, except his own
the boy who is mysterious to strangers, and unfathomable to his friends
the boy who is intolerant to selective serious people, probably because they are the ones he can't outdo
the boy who is hypocrytical with a smile, and genuine with an arrogance
the boy who really is.. still a boy.