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dead-poet (dead_poet) wrote,
@ 2004-03-09 15:58:00
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    Current mood:RO-ish
    Current music:RO Themes

    Faded, 4th short story
    And so it's time for another one; here's the fourth story entitled "Faded."

    Hope you guys like it...



    Faded
    By Rychus Guanzon Cortina

    And until now, I still couldn't believe I've been making such a fool of myself, gulping mouthfuls of beer. Well, who wouldn't, if the one girl of your dreams has just dumped you?
         This wasn't the first time I've been drinking beer. I've grown used to it. Hell, I'd say it's been a part of my life. To tell the truth, it's been so common to me that sometimes I think my heart is swelling with callousness already.
         Plainly, I just wanted to forget her, the face that launched a thousand ships, the face that gave me a thousand stabs.
         Inside, I felt so cold, colder than the chilly beer bottle I held with my left hand or the freezing iron roofing beneath me. So this was what a million heartaches could do...
         I stretched my gaze out into the infinity before me. I never knew the beauty of sunset was nothing compared to the nightskies at their darkest.
         And the stars, oh, the stars in the night! You knew I would forge a constellation for you, Marie, more delicate than a chain of roses or a diamond ring! But you simply never noticed...
         You never cared. Then again, why would you?...
         I lied back, outstretched, watching the stars.
         As I look in their eyes, I see nothing else but you. Those same eyes that made me fall. Those ensnaring eyes...
         And right now, I can't help but love those stars, those eyes...
         With a haze condensing in my mind, I see you. So glamorous, so dazzling, so radiant, so captivating. Not wanting to lose the chance, I grabbed a pen and drew the once-in-a-lifetime picture of you.
         A pen blindly sketching in the darkness, while I fell more and more for the angel reaching out her hands to me.
         Even in paper, you were overflowing with beauty, Marie. So alive, so lovely, so like you...
         Knowing only in paper will you be closest to me, I shifted my gaze back at the stars, twinkling in the dark.
         And I thought...
         Just as true, you... you were a star, Marie. Seemingly near yet lifetimes away. There a second or two, then gone. You were simply being so difficult, no, you were difficult, Marie, very unreachable.
         And for some reason beyond reason, you captured my whole being, my soul, making me believe in the nullity that we were indeed meant for each other, as the stars hymned every night.
         You took away all my choices; you blinded me with such radiance that I couldn't open my eyes to the void reality.
         And like an incomprehensible star, you fooled me. Over and over and over again.
         Best part of them all was that you led me to my own downfall. You took all breath from me. You made me see I was so useless and pathetic without you.
         You stole and ruined my whole being.
         And still the stars make me want to laugh. Just as they often do while stooping down from such celestial heights.
         They never ceased. The worse thing was that I knew whom they were laughing at.
         Oh, how I hate the stars!
         Oh, how more can I hate and love the stars at the same time?...
         And I plunged deep into my mind, wanting somehow to drown for eternity and start all over again.
         If only there was such a thing as an obliterate-and-reset button...
         And suddenly, the heavens wept, wept at such fate.
         People below rushed to close their windows. Some scurried off for umbrellas.
         The world moved so fast, I didn't know what to do.
         And they left me, as they always used to...
         But I, I didn't seek shelter. Strangely, I wanted to soak in the rain, desiring my thirst to be quenched.
         In the rain, tears are sheltered and nothing is revealed to the rest of the world.
         As I lay, back to the roof tiling and droplets falling all over me, I felt renewed.
         I felt something I never felt before.
         For the first time in my life, I was me.
         Amazing things beyond knowledge the heavens bring.

    And I woke up, only to find a clean sheet of paper slumbering beside me.



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crimsonwaters
2004-03-10 07:48 (link)
Just want to share a conversation with my friend (we were obsessed about kasawian ):

Me: I think the ultimate kasawian is when a person longs for someone, but can never have him/her. That's just sad, to keep on wanting to have that feeling of being with the one you love but knowing that it will never happen, because he/she will never love you back. It's the "could have's".

My friend: Nope, I don't think that's it. The ULTIMATE kasawian is when you have it all, the love and the person, but due to some unreasonable circumstances, you separate. It's wishing that you never experienced that in the first place so you won't feel the pain. Nope, it's more about the "had been's".

Me: *nods dumbly at the wisdom of it all* Yeahh....

Yup. It reminds me of this... :D
Clean sheet of paper --- new beginning. Nice use of symbolism. :) Looks like he got over her in the end. That's good... haha! HEY! Is this a detour from your usual morbid path? Whoa... that's new! :D Kidding.

"... the face that launched a thousand ships, the face that gave me a thousand stabs." -- Ooh. Ouch. I like. :D

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dead_poet
2004-03-14 18:45 (link)
kasawian? ha.... i know....................

ANYWAY!,.... hehehe. "symbolism?" nah.

a detour from the morbid path? nah, not really.

"... the face that launched a thousand ships, the face that gave me a thousand stabs." striking really, never fails...

hehe. :D

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crimsonwaters
2004-03-16 08:13 (link)
Symbolism... I thought that means he got over her. And there's also that "self- discovery" line, "For the first time in my life, I was me." Hmm.

Well, it's not AS morbid as your previous ones. ;p I think.

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dead_poet
2004-04-02 05:58 (link)
hehe :D

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