You told me one day
That you were going to go far away
Far so far away
So no one would see you
A place where hide and seek in the clouds
was a normal thing
and tag among angels
were another
I hope you're enjoying it there
Because I sure miss you.

She liked puzzles.
She liked putting them together.
But her favourite part was taking it apart
Because then, she'd put them back together
and everything was fine
cookie cutter perfect.
but with a single motion
it was broken
much like her
-jv

Writing

That's the beauty of writing. You start writing and time starts to disappear from you, sliding off your fingertips in patterns and waves cannot ever again replicate. You start writing, and the world grows darker, nothing matters except finishing this one piece. There nothing as frustrating as having a piece and not being able to finish it with a happy ending, Maybe. You put it down but your fingers plead and your mind roars, telling you to just write one more sentence. One more sentence which could finish it, or leave you there crying for a release of writing. Cream meets black or fingers glide over the keys and suddenly, everything is taken and you cannot get your mind off it. It's an art form. Not melody and words melding together, nor is it a paintbrush caressing the smooth canvas but it is an art form all its own. 

Writing is a drug, and I am the perfect tool to release the joy and pain it brings. 

These are just some posts that I wanted to keep to myself because I found these little short stories really... haunting in a way. I believe that's the word I want to use. 

Personal Addition

Okay, Maybe I lied. I had told myself that I wouldn't go back on this blog. I do admit, I miss it. I miss coming to class every morning and expecting to have just some time to do things I find relaxing. Time has gone by so quickly. I now understand how it feels to compare time to grains of sand. Perhaps I'll write a post about that, and perhaps I won't. I don't know. I just feel that this is an okay place to vent or just talk about random things.

Reflection

In this class, I liked The Buried Life, Bucket list project because I learnt a lot about myself. I learnt that I'm a complexe yet simplistic person because some items on my list were as simple as "Pet a sheep" or "Slow dance in the pouring rain while others were more about traveling and actually having to put in effort like "Spend an entire year in the Philippines" or "Learn Latin". I liked what I learnt about myself while doing this project and I loved coming up with more things for my list. 

My least favourite assignment in this class was the Twitter fiction. It was really frustrating to have to pay attention to the character count and subtract words that were really important to the story. I'm the kind of person who really enjoys writing long stories with really descriptive words but with twitter fiction, I found myself getting frustrated due to having to pay attention to all the little things, such as the character count. 

I found Friday reading to be really relaxing. I for one, really love reading and the way it can take you away to a new place with every page turned. I liked starting my fridays off with a class of reading knowing I had a busy day ahead of me. It was just a really good experience and I wish more teachers did this. I liked the idea of post it notes because it really helped me when I did the monday reading reflections. They were sometimes hard to write because I had to explain some parts of the book and I didn't want other people to have spoilers before reading the book.

I actually really loved the blogging. It shows a more personal side to each person and afterwards, I felt like I actually personally knew each and every person whose blog I read. It made me feel a bit comfortable, knowing that I could expose myself with words like that without having to watch the person react personally to it. Tweeting on the other hand... I just really didn't like because of the way it subtracted a lot from that I really wanted to say. Subtraction may help with blackout poetry, but I found it a bit annoying when it came to tweeting. It was a good idea in theory, but it was hard to make it function when you actually came to do it. 

What I learnt about myself was that I'm a complexe person with different moods to match my everyday life. It affects my writing and my eagerness to work and sometimes that helped or didn't help me do much. I found myself to actually develop as a writer. It gave me some hope and a knowing that I actually can write. 

Personal Addition; Iris.

Iris - GooGoo Dolls

"Iris"

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am