My thoughts are compiled in a raggedy old notebook, in which you may think is a junk that needed to be thrown away, and when I say away, I meant far into the depth of the ocean, where men who enjoys the exploration of the unknown wouldn't pursue. It is ragged all right, with its bent corners and leaves sticking out in every direction possible, in fact, ragged would be an understatement. If a stranger gives it a glance, he may think that the only use of this notebook is to protect the concrete ground from the mighty hot moist gift that his dog regularly presents him. Just goes to show, that one man's trash is another’s treasure, and I mean it. To a stranger my notebook would not bring him anything worth keeping, but to me, every leaf, every line, every space is heaven. Once my utensil touches its delicate leaf, the feeling of being alive runs through my temple as the hot rush of blood travels in my veins, its like, this notebook brings me life, even hope in humanity - humanity which I often question. This piece of junk holds the actions that I took, words that I spoke, thoughts that continuously gyrate my mind; it tenderly, yet protectively grasps the mysterious chapters of this thing I call my life. Yet, no matter how much I try to explain its value (to me), nobody will ever understand or even try to comprehend the words that are scribbled down in every page it contains. I am starting to believe that I am from another planet or I write in some ancient language or hieroglyphics that the greatest linguist would not be able to decipher. Despite this fact, I religiously scribe the chapters of my "novel" in its limited space. I squeeze the words together, putting them in every angle possible, and writing them microscopically in order to fit my life in this notebook everyone seem to kick around because it happens to remind them of a tatterdemalion, and to add to my dismay, none of them ever tried unraveling the mystery behind its frumpish cover.
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I just felt like blogging, so I came up with something. Enjoy!
Jhay
This blog is a compilation of thoughts brought to you by the mind of a young lady who is continuously growing and learning. With this said, some words may and can be offending, yet let it flow within your minds that a juvenile speaks his/her thoughts according to how s/he views a certain topic. However, in my point of view, speaking bluntly is rather ravishing than sugar coating. Hence, don't be easily offended, and let me jot down my ideas in its simplistic form through this "new innovative" thing called "BLOG."-Jhay
1 comment:
Ha! You must have been very bored. But I applaud (and possibly bow) to your writing.
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