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Saturday, 10 October 2009

Blank Window
I saw a curious man alone in the cold dark room, shivering and wondering while staring at the small window that is slightly open allowing a small gust of wind to slowly creep into the room. It was a full moon, the shadow of the tress in the foreground slowly dominates the room as it lurk throughout the open window as the night grew deeper. The man continuously nodding his head as it is flooded with many thoughts. Not knowing on what to do he simply stare steadily on the bland gray wall. His desperation grew bigger as silence slowly echoing throughout the room. The endless torment inside him slowly consuming the man. He could barely understand the kind of feeling that continuously to hunt him, the fact that no one even care even made it worst. The man suddenly broke as tears fell into his chick. He could no longer bare this feeling that continuously to consume him. Suddenly his body collapse into the bed. Morning pass by, as the light outside slowly dominates the entire wall, the once bland room slowly burst with color as the day illuminates everything. He wake up from his bed trying the forget the nightmare the he felt last night. Trying to compose himself, he tried to began his day normally engaging with the same routine. Knowing the fact that everyday you may not feel the same thing that you had before of waking up with someone who change your life.
It was the coldest month of the year, the shivering cold wind brushing gently, tiny bits of snow began to fall down. It was haft way through the day but it seems the sun has already left. Trees were strip of leaves, the green pasture that once dominate the lush fields slowly fading away, as it freezes like a tundra scenery. The sky is like a blank canvass, the vastness of the emptiness of space make everything seem so gray yet endless. Through my apartment window I saw a man in his long winter clothes clinching his hand on his pocket as he came rushing trying to go indoors. As moment pass I hear I small knock on my door, I was curious who it was and I came swiftly to find out who. As the door creep open I saw a man with a smile on his face. At that moment I knew I was not alone anymore.
Days turns to week and weeks turns to month, as winter finally came to an end, I felt the dawn of the new day finally came to wake me up from this winter days of my life that for a long time had been shielded me to see the warm glow of the sunlight. My nightmares had engulf me for quite so long, how can such a perfect dream turn into nightmare. As each winter comes I still remember the silhouette that keep me warm, but now it has vanish. I never realize that is been years now since the last time I saw him. I still keep staring on the blank window hoping that someday as the last leaves of the tree began to fall, I could see again the man that I saw before on his winter clothes rushing to knock on my door.
It was the coldest month of the year, the shivering cold wind brushing gently, tiny bits of snow began to fall down. It was haft way through the day but it seems the sun has already left. Trees were strip of leaves, the green pasture that once dominate the lush fields slowly fading away, as it freezes like a tundra scenery. The sky is like a blank canvass, the vastness of the emptiness of space make everything seem so gray yet endless. Through my apartment window I saw a man in his long winter clothes clinching his hand on his pocket as he came rushing trying to go indoors. As moment pass I hear I small knock on my door, I was curious who it was and I came swiftly to find out who. As the door creep open I saw a man with a smile on his face. At that moment I knew I was not alone anymore.
Days turns to week and weeks turns to month, as winter finally came to an end, I felt the dawn of the new day finally came to wake me up from this winter days of my life that for a long time had been shielded me to see the warm glow of the sunlight. My nightmares had engulf me for quite so long, how can such a perfect dream turn into nightmare. As each winter comes I still remember the silhouette that keep me warm, but now it has vanish. I never realize that is been years now since the last time I saw him. I still keep staring on the blank window hoping that someday as the last leaves of the tree began to fall, I could see again the man that I saw before on his winter clothes rushing to knock on my door.


