Lucid Nightmares

I think this is the best essay I ever wrote. I wrote it for a friend on his graduation day.

Wala lang…I just wanted to post something else than my stupid life story.

Writing is something that I learned naturally…I know that if I lose everything I own, I will always fall back on writing. I love how you could string the words together and form a composition that’s music to the ears. I started with poems, i guess…and i always loved how verses rhymed…i never understood modern writing without its rhyming words. But then I learned that what’s important is rhythm. Rhym and Rhythm will never be the same for me…maybe that’s the reason why I started writing prose instead.

It Doesn’t Hurt…

By: Velvet Raindrops

"The rain really doesn’t last forever" a friend once told me. But like him, I saw the rain as something beautiful, sad but refreshing. It numbs away the pain and the worries… When I look at those ash-colored clouds pouring down unto barren Gaia I feel a sense of relief but beneath it a new fear arises. I never understood what the rain meant to him. Times of agony, heartbreak, withdrawal? A person can never understand what another person is feeling. No one can feel what you feel. The rain brings back memories indeed. Those drops and misty air brings about a mysterious sensation…haunting…yet fascinating. The rain is an Irony of life. It may represent grief or hope. But either ways, it brings emotions, deep and repressed. Rain haunts the soul, yes it does. And the longer you stay in it, the tighter her grasp will be. But it doesn’t hurt to linger, it doesn’t hurt to reside for a while. It does ease pain. But once I’m under her spell, I become immobilized, isolated from the outside world. I can’t live like that, can I? Stepping out into the sun gave me a new life. Everything became brighter. It was not only gray and blue. Sometimes though…I feel it inside me. Wanting to go back in the rain. Seeking for inner peace and a deep sense of understanding. Sadness for me is beautiful. You will never tire of it. You sink lower and lower until she locks you up, spellbound. Sadness and rain are one and the same. It’s like a mother’s first touch on her child. It gives a tingling sensation, makes your heart swell a little. The rain doesn’t hurt…because once it comes…tears will flow and wash away everything. There won’t be anything painful left…and you will be left numb.

Rain…a lot of songs have rain as their subjects…there really is something poetic and lyrical about it.

So Friendster has started hosting blogs…well atleast now the whole world knows about my personal vendettas and angsty rantings… I guess its better late than never. I was hoping to ditch this friendster thing and maybe hybernate from the internet all the while…but there is always a silver lining. So even though I’m not active in befriending people anymore atleast I have myself to contemplate on.

I cannot promise to write everyday but instead I will try once in a while. To those who will read this…if I write something about you, I hope you don’t get offended coz i won’t be writing codenames here. I’ll be as honest as possible. And won’t try to be somebody else.

Wow…I’ll be going to college in a little while! I hope UP would be as great as I expected… I’ll try bto join every club I stumble upon…I think in a few months I’ll achieve what I want *evil laugh* that’s a secret

So that’s it for now. Ciao!!