Sunday, November 23, 2003
the first chapter
sitting alone in his room. he stares blankly into the open book. somehow no amounts of re-reads could do him any good. the words just did not make sense. the plot just doesn't connect today.
from his table, he looks out of the window. the lonelinesss is killing him.
sitting alone in his room. he stares blankly into the open book. somehow no amounts of re-reads could do him any good. the words just did not make sense. the plot just doesn't connect today.
from his table, he looks out of the window. the lonelinesss is killing him.
Saturday, October 25, 2003
the prologue
it was all too much for him to fathom. the dizzying sounds of the oncoming traffic from both sides of the major arterial road. he stands at the threshold of his new and old world. a decision could mean everything for him.
he is torn. utterly.
perhaps he should have never liked them that way. perhaps he shoudn't have let his thoughts run wild. and wondered so much. and it's not just one of them -- it's bloody hell two! he thought himself a bastard. he lamented God's quirky sense of humour. he is unsure. but above all, he fears rejection. he fears hurting the pple he loves. he fears betraying his friends who also like them that way. it really shouldn't be the way it is.
by society's standards, he is a loser. for all the people he knows, he is really, really a loner. perhaps it's his way of communication. his words of concern. things he say only because he cares. taken as judgement. as interference. perhaps he shouldn't have assumed things that way. perhaps it was just a wishful delusion on how the way things are. people have different definitions of how friendship should be conducted. is it him? a case of expectations? is it true people should not have expectations?
compounded by the problem of a third dimension. it's a curse afflicted by the debauced generations before him. of the consequences of the spiritual realms that only one person can help rectify. but He seem so distant now.
so distant from where he is standing now. barefooted on the concrete gravel beneath him. the depths of lucifer awaits. even that fear is oblivious to him now. numb to the proceedings of the world, he ceases to function. his perspective gets so self-centred. he needed someone to slap him awake. but he has no friends to do that. none at all.
he flings himself onwards. a loud screech. a loud thud.
it was all too much for him to fathom. the dizzying sounds of the oncoming traffic from both sides of the major arterial road. he stands at the threshold of his new and old world. a decision could mean everything for him.
he is torn. utterly.
perhaps he should have never liked them that way. perhaps he shoudn't have let his thoughts run wild. and wondered so much. and it's not just one of them -- it's bloody hell two! he thought himself a bastard. he lamented God's quirky sense of humour. he is unsure. but above all, he fears rejection. he fears hurting the pple he loves. he fears betraying his friends who also like them that way. it really shouldn't be the way it is.
by society's standards, he is a loser. for all the people he knows, he is really, really a loner. perhaps it's his way of communication. his words of concern. things he say only because he cares. taken as judgement. as interference. perhaps he shouldn't have assumed things that way. perhaps it was just a wishful delusion on how the way things are. people have different definitions of how friendship should be conducted. is it him? a case of expectations? is it true people should not have expectations?
compounded by the problem of a third dimension. it's a curse afflicted by the debauced generations before him. of the consequences of the spiritual realms that only one person can help rectify. but He seem so distant now.
so distant from where he is standing now. barefooted on the concrete gravel beneath him. the depths of lucifer awaits. even that fear is oblivious to him now. numb to the proceedings of the world, he ceases to function. his perspective gets so self-centred. he needed someone to slap him awake. but he has no friends to do that. none at all.
he flings himself onwards. a loud screech. a loud thud.
