It's the color yellow,remember?

I couldn't count the length of time since we had a long talk
I couldn't count the number of times I repeated to myself how I long for them
Yesterday came
You were there
It's like talking for the first time
No pauses
No questions unanswered
No arguing
Both careful with words
Talked like nothing happened
And it lasted for hours
Your presence makes the whole world disappear from my mind
The teasing
The laughter
The usual reactions
The silliness
They were right before me again
It was all I ever wanted
All I've ever waited for once more
How come I felt so lonely?
Really lonely...

Silence.

You were there.
I was there with you.
Yet silence was the only sound
Deafening.
Threatening.
Melancholically lingered...

Your silence is the only pain I cannot endure.
Yet silence has always been the only sound.

A bedtime story.

A rainy 1:23 AM. A song that cuts through me is playing. Half finished junk food beside me and my phone that's half dead now. I was reading random articles a while ago and knowing myself who can't stand doing something tiring for long (yes, reading can be tiring for me) I decided to stop. And now, I'm running out of ideas of what to do. I'm waiting for an episode from a new anime I'm watching to finish buffering and I'll be watching that after a while. Oh, that's one thing to do, watch. That would be for later anyway. I was checking Facebook but it was boring. My eyes are kinda tired now and I'm upset as always but one thing's for certain- I don't want to sleep yet.

I'm even running out of ideas of what to write here too. Wait, why did I "write" anyway? Perhaps to tell you that I don't know what to write? My minds' blank right now. Blank of certain anything. Still,I'm "writing" and now you're reading. Pointless huh? Hey, who says you can't put up random things here?

Well, weekend has ended again. Time flies so fast, I can't even feel the weight of the monotony I'm going through everyday. I don't hate it though. I don't really like it either. But I'm beyond worrying of other things to actually be too much concerned about that for now. Maybe. You write a blog today, read it tomorrow and realize that everything you wrote was wrong, insignificant and uh..random non sense. And right now I don't think what I'm saying is actually making sense because everything that I say that doesn't make sense does actually make sense to me. I'm confused. I'm tired. I'm upset. I'm longing. I feel sorry. I'm worried. I'm scared. I'm sad. But weirdly, I feel nothing. So,does that make sense or not? Okay, I'll stop.

*Yawn*
I didn't realize I spent this whole time telling you, I had no idea what to write.:D
The episode finished buffering now but I don't think I'd still be able to watch it. What a shame.

You weren't able to do what you planned earlier for later because of spending time telling the world you don't have anything to do for now. Well, at least you did have something to do anyway. Who would have thought things that don't make sense could make sense?

If that even makes sense.

*shakes head and smiles*

Yuroshiku!

New account on a new blog site. No reason. I just wanted to try a site that's meant for blogging. Really meant for blogging. Or whatever. I used to trash out things on friendster blogs. Trash out things. What a "not so good" terminology for my thoughts and feelings. Well, a mere attempt on trying to sound cool here. No biggie. :D

I guess I'm gonna be saying a little too much of everything about me. Yes, it'll be raining drama, forgive me. Life would call you a wanderer, then at a time it would make you a prisoner of your own thoughts. My time just came. And there would be no other greater escape than writing them up. When thoughts are feelings, when feelings are thoughts, you turn them into words. Words that turn out appropriate and are better spoken when written in paragraphs than actually being uttered out.

So, hello blogspot! You're gonna be my new bestfriend!:p

Ah. My old blogs are here. (http://kayjelly.blog.friendster.com/)
Check them out,if you like.