If I was a mirror, I’d be convex because then I could show the people that they all look pretty funny to me. Because I like to look at the bigger picture. Because I like to believe that the good things and happy times are always closer than they appear.
What kind would you be, if you were a mirror?
Love,
Signet
It’s been a while since wrote a silly ‘let me just rant about stuff no one cares about’ post, isn’t it? Well, here I am to give you all live updates about my extremely mundane and ordinary life. -drum rolls-
Actually, I just felt the urge to write. Write nothing, something. I don’t really know why I’m here and what I’ll write about. I’m just here because I am and I’ll let my fingers run wild on this keyboard, hoping it makes sense. To me, to you. I usually don’t like having no goal, no direction but sometimes, you just got to go with the flow, right?
This thing is, I’m feeling weird. Confused, shocked, sad, amused, a little useless and a billion other words which can not completely describe my state of mind. Maybe even a little insane. But that’s okay, because that’s what being young is all about, isn’t it? Being confused and trying to find the meaning of all the little things that make up our life what it is. I bet the grown ups are just as clueless as us, they just keep a straight face for our sake and theirs. I guess I’ll just have to wait a few more years to find out for myself. By ‘a few more years’ I mean ‘lots and lots of more years’ because I don’t think I’ll ever grow up into a sane adult person.
That reminds me; I’ll be in twelfth grade in a fortnight’s time. I’m so, I don’t know if there’s a word for it, somewhere between excited and scared. On one hand, I look forward to whatever comes next but on the other hand, I don’t want to grow up. Now, I know twelfth grade is not exactly ‘grown up’ but it’s not exactly ‘fuck the world, I’m having fun’ year too. I’ll have to put in all I’ve got because I’m also preparing for engineering entrance exams. I’m scared all my hard work won’t pay off. I’m scared I won’t work hard enough. See, I’ve never been a hard worker. I’m more of a ‘learn at the last minute and still ace the test’ kind of girl. At least I was till the tenth grade. The point is, I’m scared of the future.
Future’s weird, you know. You don’t even know if you have one. You never know what’s the last thing you’ll do. Maybe this is the last post I ever type or the last one you ever read. And that scares the shit out of me. The things, they keep changing. The people, they keep leaving. I’m lucky, I guess, to be alive and have the people I love with me, at least in this moment.
Anyways, what I was wondering yesterday is, how do we know the colours we see are exactly how the other people see them? We were born with our eyes, so we’ve never seen the world through anyone else’s eyes. That means you can’t be really sure if the green you see is not anyone else’s blue. The sky is blue but maybe your blue is someone else’s red, it’s just that they call red as blue. Does that make sense? I don’t know. The point I’m trying to make is, you just need to see the world a little differently and also I’m crazy, so don’t listen to me. And you are too, if you are still reading this.
On that note, I should probably shut up, but I shall leave you with a question. What are three things you wish you could tell some one but haven’t had the courage to?
Lots of love,
Signet
He told her of lands, far far away.
She listened, amused.
How long before he bids adieu,
Jailed in her own paradise, she mused.
Dreams of a lass, a victim of destiny,
To have a life, untainted by sorrows,
To have a love, immortal.
Cruel fate, to love the ones who have to leave.
Her smile shone, poignant,
From behind her golden tresses,
Netted carelessly on her magnificent face.
Her white dress, flirting with the wind,
Her eyes timeless, glinted,
With tears as she bade goodbye.
‘Cause the heroes always have to go,
But the memories, they linger,
Haunting Calypso.
