Sun
Day
Sunday
Sun Day definitely means the day for the sun...
Sunday means the seventh day of the week, Sabbath day
1 phrase and 1 word
It's Monday after Sunday
Another work day
Another school day
Such a silent night
Imagining tomorrow...
More homework?
Meetings? What sort of meetings?
Ahh...
Close thy eyes..
Sleep
Tomorrow will come
Let it come
Rest
Rest now
Never rest
Caress
Its feelings
What weird feelings
As if everything shall end at this moment
Yet stretch on for eternity
People come and go
Some goes away and never comes back
Although there are some who goes away then look back
Then there are those who stay.
What weird thoughts
Strange thought
In peace and serenity
Doubts
Such relentless feelings
Wonders
Wonders of the world
Would something be new tomorrow?
Would it stay?
Philosophical analysis of what a real person is by moonlight-fox, literature
Literature
Philosophical analysis of what a real person is
Real person, real personality
What is it?
How can someone define it?
If a person has countless façade, how can someone tell which one is real?
There is no real
There is no real person
A person can only be real if he is alone and thus nobody can see this side except him himself.
Thus, how can you love a "real" person?
Will you still say you will love a real person for who he is?
Will you love him for the monster hat he is?
A monster you will never see?
Strange everything is so strange
The bustling busyness of everyone
My busting busyness
It must have been an excuse
I need to do something
I need to do more
I don't know what to prioritize anymore
Ah this is strange
A strangers face pops in my head
This stranger had also been visiting my dreams
Ah this is strange
Who is this stranger?
What is this strange feeling?
Strange really that I can't even define strange anymore...
Understanding-Undertaking by moonlight-fox, literature
Literature
Understanding-Undertaking
Foul, death, agonizing
Ought to be shut down, ought to just die
Understanding what is that?
Righteousness is what you think your doing, I'm afraid it's the opposite.
Turning and turning the world keeps on turning, never ending.
Inside this dream must be a dream, inception it must be.
My brain must have been rotten; my heart could have been swollen
It must be, for my brain cannot think and my heart cannot feel.
Nothing is ever as it's supposed to be.
Good riddance nothing is worth the undertaking
Dripping sounds were ringing in her ears. There were two things causing the sound. First was the pitter patter dripping sound being made by the roof as it was kissed by the gentle rain. The second followed a stricter pattern; it was placid, small sounds made by what helps in extending a gift.
She closed her eyes as she listened to what has become today's music to her ears. It rarely changed, in this small white room she stays in. She looked to her left, it was her desk, atop sat a familiar machine, its lights were blinking. It was in sleep mode, she figures she'll wake it up later along when her body is ready to wake up too.
It was always l
Lazy day that is what today is
A day with a lot to lose but nothing moves
Zero productivity, hundred percent of absurdities
Yarely spending thy finite time, though later the rain of regrets will come
Doing nonsense
Aiming for some sense
Yapping, yelping, yeah right-ing. What did I just write? Words that starts with a letter Y!
Today indeed is but another lazy day to beat.
15 minutes to begin with a secret
So what do you think I do?
Every now and then that I disappear
Care to take a guess?
Regret us is something I deflect
Exactly why I don't miss a step
Today I start a secret within 15 minutes it shall be guessed.
1 minute it was but a mutilated silence
2 minutes it was the 1st shake of the head
3 minutes it was but a stare
4 minutes the ticking clock becomes loud
5 minutes it was the foot tapping
6 minutes another word was uttered
7 minutes it was a growling stomach
8 minutes there was entwined fingers
9 minutes their eyes met
10 minutes it seems that tension rose
11 minutes the tension was g