He just entered the school of his choosing, looking forward and moving straight ahead. A new life to tackle, new challenges to conquer, new grounds to set foot and make a landmark of himself. A few friends and acquaintances join the fray, making this new land a place of comfort and hope. The days flew by as if they were on a wild river. He set his eyes on a brotherhood of sorts, a band of which he knew he wanted to be in. His previous life was of their present living, and in his mind he believed it so. Never did it cross his mind, the one person that would change it all, was there, nonchalant of things ahead of them.
A curious mind sits on top of his floating head, he asks the leader of the person. The knowledge was a bit of surprise, but the interest of other things didn't reveal themselves.. not yet. Again the river of time continues to flow. A fated moment brought Him.. and her. Dark as the night it was, the moon shines as it is, by the sea they drink on their own accord. The brethren forged the link to be unstoppable and invincible...
The connection grew as they ride the current, and unknowingly, He and she fell down this majestic falls, of which only the blessed ones ever get to see.
They knew it would be a rough ride, but with hands held tightly, her head rests atop his beating heart, and in each other's presence, they were sure, it was a ride till the end of time.
But this river.. has no ends.
It led to an ocean, a vast ocean of things unforeseen. The tides were strong, but they held on. The brethren, kept on their comrade's aid, blessed were these two are. Oblivion set motion. He began to explore the ocean, frustration started to set in to her.
An agreement was made. Agreement that to the best of their heart and mind...
but thr end never dif all innnnto place, the dream, a house of their own. of their own likings, of their own making, their house.. "their's " nevaar made it reality. River drought. cold famine. searing words back and forth. It was the start of an eternal descent to hell, a personal hell for him, with him not knowing of what come of her. It is hell. It's definitely hell. From time to time he thinks of no one else, would not think of nothing else. For many may believe that there would be none to think of such a pesky little thing as love, he thinks of something genuine, something not asked but given out of its purest form. He doesn't care of the world's view, the world never loved itself as it should've.
there is no greater hell than this. A mistake I cannot force myself to forget, not even now. Pathetic. Crippled. putang inaaaaaaaaaaaa
