The stupendous theft!

I'm perplexed. Ecstasy escorts this clairvoyance. Pulsating yet stolen.

Explanation: I'm in a great wonder, how a thing (heart) which is stolen and still can be present (pulsating)? Happiness accompanies with the very thought that I will be with that person. What an amazing Theft!

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A listening diary

A written refuge to all my smiles, tears, whine and rage. For not arbitrated never did I reckon to record my deepest emotions. Will be my forever possession to embrace coz I'm grateful for the aid I received especially through my hardships and shortcomings. For now, I have reached its final pages I feel pathetic and helpless. I'm short of words at this very end for this journey of two years, have been incredible. Hence, all I just wanted to do is appreciate and acknowledge. THANK YOU! This word isn't enough though. P.S. This is for you Arlo !

A misguided Journey

It was Friday the 13th when Jade visited the graveyard, a place of buried secrets and unbroken silence. The zephyr seldom assured a comforting company in her loneliness. However, more often, it was her pulsating heart that vehemently whispered into her ears of fear and anxiousness. It was only a few hours before the anticipating sun could engulf the shallowness of the night. She took a deep breath, swiftly strode to the entomb engraved "Jade." She knelt, gently placed her senseless hands on the grave, and mourned in reticence a final goodbye to her earthly remains.

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