Something About Nothing

I had a fight last night. It came out of nowhere. Just me being the jealous over nothing boyfriend. I Shouldn’t talk about it here. but as we yell at each other. It triggers a Deja-Vu, or something entirely new, like a vivid clear vision. Like I know what was coming next, and I averted it. I believe that everything will be a lot better really soon. I can feel the vibration of the universe pulling its invisible strings to trigger ‘random’ events around us. and I feel like I know what’s coming. that’s how I believe everything is gonna turn out better. there’s simply no logical way of explaining it.

It has been a while since I cried myself to sleep. but it had felt good. The uncontrollable sobbing. Feel like I’m letting go of everything that has been buried deep in my heart. like some sort of a cleansing ritual. Now I have to go. to pull some of the strings which held the universe together myself. to actually decides on something. to make what We have been wanting happen. wish me Luck, and the most optimal outcome.

Here is a Poem I wrote last night. as I cried, while trying to calm myself down to no avail. this was how I feel about everything. I call it “Dawn”:

The clock ticking in the dark

crimson river flows with an eerie subtlety

over the face of the moon it shines

a path of salvation it proclaim

meandering though carelessly

on a weathered path predestined

while leaving behind foot-prints

of a forbidden enchantment in the past.

I love you, I miss you. Soon, we will be together again, as we promised. For Always. <3

-J

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This is a Piece of writing by Jayce Haliwell. Posted with his Permission.

A sickening feeling makes its presence known in the pit of my stomache. Almost a feeling of void, almost nautiousness. Disgust for him, and yet at the same time longing, craving, almost needing it to exist.

I bleed and you watch. Only present to mask your own fear. And only fearful of your own presence.

Your words cut deeper than my blade. I am like air. You hate me for being everywhere yet you can’t live without me. Existence in that instant seems to simply boil down to one purpose.

To discover why.

A single tear rolls down leaving a path for others to aspire to. And in an instant more follow suit.

Hypocritical, contaminated, cynical, irradicated.

Illusions of self control intertwine themselves with my pain, releasing a longing to laugh. At stupidity, at arrogance, of yours and of mine. And of the truths discovered within.

Im drowning in a sea of your contentment. Sensing only a vision of endless regret tide after tide after ride. ride..

Your words ring hollow, and I feel almost nostalgic. Holographic.

Afraid. Afraid to close my eyes, afraid to enter an area of nothingness, knowing that when I do it will be eternal. Because when I open my eyes you will be gone.

And existence will be here. Harsh. True.

Never wanting anything more than to know that which you have given me, and yet never being naive enough to believe in its purity.

That which I seek seems so simple yet so complicated.

Eluding me is the reason. So abstract I want to scream for you to retract everything.

words said.. tears bled.. skins shed.. intentions read..

return me to my shell. Return to me my strength. Give me back my facade and leave me with nothing more. Take my pride and steal my ignorance, but leave me with my illusions.

Copyright © Jayce Haliwell(董贝克)

May not be reproduced in any medium without Permission

Nature’s Beauty

It has been for some of us, a scary aspect of Nature. Also, Horror/Suspense movies has featured these Icky creatures as the Antagonist. Even today, as I was sitting, enjoying a cigarette, I saw an Insect I failed to identify flying around me. I had to burn it, but then, I felt this feeling of sadness, almost mourning feeling for it.

Thinking of it, Nature has created these intricate creatures, which without them, our lives wouldn’t be as how it is right now. They may seemed small and unimportant, but they play a crucial role in the world.

But still, they’re scary!

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