My reply.

Stop.
































that's all i have to say.

Slother house

The piglet and the calf grew up together, having the same farm to live in, they grew up having each other as bestfriends. As the piglet and calf grew up a lot changed. They were fed with more food, they were bigger than before. The people in the farm started to refer to them as cow and pig. They couldn't fit the small hiding places they used to hide in. In fact, they're starting to run out of energy to run around. A day came, when their parents were gone. No where to be found. Both went around yelling and shouting, wondering where they could be. The wise old horse neighed as the pig and cow passed by. "Do you know where our parents are?" asked the pig. "Yes, i do. But don't you?" answered the horse. "No. Tell us. Where are they?" said the cow. "Have your parents not taught you anything? Their in the truck on their way to the market." answered the horse, knowing what the next question would be. "What's a market?" both asked. The horse rolled his eyes, hearing the expected questions. "Boys, you should settle down and listen to me."

"Every piglet that grows up in this farm will be fed and sold later on, every calf as well. You see, the people need food to eat, in order for them to survive. And without us animals, they'd starve. And so the farmers are given the job and responsibility to raise good pig and cow for them to sell to the market. The market will then, kill the animals for the people to buy and eat at home."

"And that's where your parents are right now. On their way to the market." finished the horse. By that time, the cow and the pig were in shock. Surprised and hurt, they shouted... "We don't believe you!" and ran out of the barn and into their new secret hiding place. They both cried, not knowing what to say. When finally, the cow spoke up, "What if the horse isn't right? What if the truck will bring them somewhere, us, somwhere else. Somwhere nice?". "I hope so. I mean, how should he know? He won't be food later on!" answered the pig.

"Yeah, maybe the truck brings them to a meadow or something where we can all live happily together!"

But months after that, the cow and the pig were both placed in the same truck. Both had wide smiles on, but a heart that was beating too fast. It was the day they were gonna find out who was right, them or the horse.

And of course, the horse was.

Published Non Sense.

Take my hand and when you wonder off, don't let go.
Wipe my tear when I'm all alone.
With each tear drop converging into one, see my reflection of denial and confusion.
Broken smiles and broken eyes.
Thoughts of never understanding what went through.
Mindless whispers of great I love yous.
And the thought of I miss yous bringing back tears.
Not for the same reason we all used to know.
Not for someone we all once knew.
Saving each careless whispers and the careless smiles.
The dodged glances and giggly laughs.
Maybe when I get the chance, you'd get it back.
Those hand held wishes we through back once.
The memories left within and the unwinding spirits.
The childhood days we want to live through again.
The trips and falls all connotatively now.
Figuratively speaking, falling for you now.
Not as fast and not as slow. Just between so now you know.
I'm stuck in the middle and the coverged tears.
I'm not sure which one to see.
One I feel happy with.
One I melt for.
Or maybe just none at all.

So called Inspiration.

The tear drop in her eyes. The cold walks in the night. The straight faced and meaningless glances. Those looks and those smiles. Maybe it would work. Maybe not. Maybe it's confusion or maybe it's nothing. When you stop making sense, you should just stop writing. And yet you continue. Coz senseless things hold on to deeper meanings. And when you begin to wonder, what hearts are made of, you begin to ask. What are stars made of? Gas? or wishes?

When you wish upon a star at this age, you tell yourself, you're way too old for it. Then you dream of Peter Pan coming and making you fly. Only, you have to look for Peter Pan yourself, in reality that is. Not someone dressed as him in a costume party and not someone who tries to act like him. But someone who makes you feel that it's him. When you watch outside your window, with the moist and tears of the sky. You step out, barefoot with your white cotton dress. You discover that the thoughts in your mind meant more than what you think it should. And when you see that, you don't know what to do. When you believe in nothing else but finding the pixie dust, your escape from the world or reality. The step into denial and taking a walk, way longer than expected. When you start thinking of what to say when he asks you certain questions. When you dodge off glances from one to another, and when you smile just coz he looked. What about when he makes you laugh without even trying? Or when he makes you happy when you're sad. Or when he just makes you feel warm and comfortable compared to any other guy you knew. Maybe when you close your eyes, you tell yourself never to wake up again, because for now, reality ain't better than the ones created by you. In a stage of denial and running away, when you feel like no one else would understand or there won't be any friend that would nodd with you, you walk and talk to yourself. Coz when you don't make sense, it's you who understands. When your eyes tend to close out of nowhere, it's when you know, something's wrong.

Do I miss him? I dunno. Did I miss you? I dunno.

Answers to questions a heart has, its hard to breathe and its hard to think. Coz questions like these need a reflex answer. And right now, my reflex are off duty.