Monday, July 25, 2011

To Write What's Left

It used to go this way... when I started writing about it and finished it, I'm over it.
I'm done and not looking back. It's like a developed film that I can look over and over... a memory. But it will never again happen. It's like a harry potter movie, that's it and nothing comes next. Like a fairytale, no matter how it ends, just ends. Like a story that when it's published, it will only be achived for reference.Like a running wind, it will never come back.

Now, I want to write it so that it would go away. But whenever I touch a pen, it writes nothing. I tried to look for words but when my mind starts to think, the memories goes back, as if all was happening again... like a song's refrain playing over and over.

Like a thief in the middle of the night to make it even more bleed.

Love, now and always,
Mia always dreamt of becoming 5'8" or higher that goes with the reason why she wears higher platforms. She wears lighter makeup these days because her MAN is particular with INNER beauty. She's the same old shopaholic you now, splurging over stuffs that a part goes to charity. Today, she is not writing blogs and promos anymore. She ventured into marketing... selling souls to the devil. And oh wait, on her spare time, she writes short stories of love with tragic ending. Some of her published works are "Cries, Cameras and Actions", "8 folds", "The Boat", "All for Carlie", "Ragnarok Online Love Story" and "Resume of Lovers". 

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