Raindrops of Thinking

  -- by Blue               Where right is left and left is right, which should one choose?                I knew of a saying in the human world. It asked my questions only a little differently. "Where should one go? To the right where nothing is left? Or to the left where nothing is right?" Quite a witty thing to ask I would say,                But my problems were far more direct. It had a lot more to do with what was on the other side than what I already had in my past. That other world, it's tempting.               "Why don't you step out? Why don't you run away with me? I'll show you more beautiful things and places than these. These are just common stuff. I bet you'd flip if you saw the rest of the world! I haven't been to some of them, but we could go together!" that child said.       ...

  -- by Blue Most fairytales start with a once upon a time. Most of them end with a happily ever after. To put things bluntly, something starts in the middle of what might be history, in a definite time and place, and it would end as stories do.  But in a place that no one else has ever seen, a place so dark you might end up stumbling and hurting your knees out of practically nothing, time doesn't work as it usually does. The setting itself is quite strange enough that you might think you are here but you're there over yonder. Nothing is what it seems.  We are not talking about Wonderland here. Alice might get mad if we steal the liberty and share space with her magical world filled with mad creatures. Besides, no one is mad in this place of ours. No one is, but perhaps someone will be. So, instead of a once upon a time, let us start this tale with an "every once in a while".                Every once in a while in an unknown b...

  -- by Blue . .. ... dots for the silence that i longed for yet i can't seem to enjoy. * there was a time when peace was the longest dream of an insomniac of the land. a hiding monster of the night of legends, a criminal to the balance of the kingdom of the creatures of the day. it longed to fit in within the rules and regulations of an outstanding and well-known civilization. to be recognized as a member of the royal court may be much of a high horse of a dream, but just being one of the throngs working through the toils of the town square seems to be enough of a privilege. anything is better than hiding in the shadows—alone.  .... dots yet again  for the quiet  that i wished for back then. a curse it seemed to have befallen such a creature. a witch of the darkness may have been the cause. myths have been crafted to depict such a lonely tale that soon turned into a horror story meant to scare kids into bed. what had fate intended to bring such a pitiful ending? it ...

  -- by Blue She decided that it was a beautiful day.  The sun was out. There were no angry gray clouds in the sky, only fluffy cumulus cotton balls that made her think of cotton candy and sweets. She was craving the sweets.     There were stalls set up nearby for an up-and-going festival. She was never a festive person, but today seemed right enough to visit and take a look at the fun.  It was a beautiful day after all.  She started the journey from her house to the park right before sundown. The air was a bit chilly, but nevertheless refreshing. It was perfect. Not a single thing could make this go wrong.  But everything seemingly perfect is just a front hiding all of the flaws. How could she forget? She wanted to. She forced herself to. Just once, she wished the facade was the real thing. Just this once, she wishes this one perfect moment to be her whole life.  She turned a sharp right into a dark alley, hiding in between the ice cream sho...

 --- by Blue the clock has been numbering the hours that i would have to spend in my fragile body. this scraggly lump of flesh that are not much and are more of bones would not last long, i bet. hoping for the best is fruitless as well. i sow seeds of wishes and dreams, yet i only harvest disappointments. the garden has been bleak. the farm basically barren. i could not stand the sight so i watered them with my tears every chance that i get. every instance that i take a short peek. it is an endless cycle.  time has been out to kill me at the second that i was born. bounty hunters tried to follow its example to take more of what the measly years i have left.  anxiety. it is my worst enemy. it is like the ultimate last boss in a game of my life that i would like to instantly list on something that i can physically read so i may leave it out of my head. pour out from the illussions of a ceramic teapot to see that it is real and not just a fantasy that i have conjured out of ...

  — by Blue The stars were bright when it happened.  The moon was full and it was huge.  So near these celestials came to Earth. They were aligned in a safe refuge.  The gods could've sworn it was a miracle.  The dryad's would've deemed it foretold.  The mermaids could've rejoiced in song.  The fairies flooding us dusts of gold.  But the whole world was silent and still.  The humans stuck in their little heads.  They were, but we weren't, at least I hope  For it was the perfect moment we lead.  The miracle of the century for a second.  The magic of a lifetime for but a few years.  A part of my life, a fraction of your time; A beautiful experience molding fears.  It was the grandest affair.  It was the purest of sight.  It was, but no one saw, For the time wasn't right.  And just like the phenomenal stars aligned In the middle of a blue sky, sunlit Our love shined but was never seen  A gift for...

--- by Blue  She thought she heard the neighbor's dog claw through her usually locked front door one morning. It was not that unusual if all things considered. She usually wakes up to the noise. Already she has dubbed it as her own personal alarm clock. That wasn't out of the ordinary.  What was not normal however was that she has no more supplies left on the fridge to make herself some breakfast. There was some butter in there, about a quarter out of a whole. There was water as well. A whole lot of them. ' That wouldn't be enough tho ,' she told herself. She tried living off of just tap water for a whole day once. It didn't end well.  She got up, more against her will, and scurried off to buy groceries. A basket in hand and her purse fitting tightly inside the pockets of her trusty skirt, she was off to fend away the dog at her door and quickly set off to market right after.  She was sure to leave her doors and windows locked before she truly left, however. She...