Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Blade Of Times
The blue ball point pen of mine drew the last circle on the last test paper.
A chinese full-stop...
Like the blade of times~cutting off the times of teenage
The end of the 3rd big test of my life-SPM (not gonna express much on how i did on it...in short: GG) is also the sign of the disappearance of my teenage life
The blade of times,
slashed away the colours i created during my teenage years...from red to crimson
the reds when i used to run about the school yards,
the crimsons when i used to get mad on silly things...get sad due to some small fries of problems
now i am back to white~
whats left behind undamaged by that slash, is just a piece of memory that may fade in the future...bleached
as if everything that happens all these years are just a dream...that im now awaken by that swish of that evil blade...getting to get myself armed for whatever is awaiting me behind the door to the outside world
The blade of times,
slashed away the wonderland....slashed away the fantasy world i used to live in along these years
Protected by the weak shield of purity....In that splint of a second when the blade swings its way, destroyed that thin sheath
the immunity no longer helps...im now on my own...creating my own immunity
whatever it is....it is no longer something thin, but thick layers of shield from other intruders that saturated the outside world...
We are no longer protected by others but only by ourselves...whatever wound i got...is no longer an asset to gain others attention but owns awareness from further critical stabs
The blade of times,
slashed away the bonds within friends and comrades that was made al these years...it may not be instant but its a torturing cut
the road we're going through...has been separated into thousands of strands...thanks to the sharp blade...
The only thing we can now hope for....is that may our paths meet again, even if its just a cross...without even dare to think of the path being stick together in the future
The path we are going for is no longer the same...so does our obstacles ahead...some are hard, some are less difficult, but none are a straight smooth road without a sigle dust.
The only thing we can now hope for...may the strong bond between us never weakens despite the distance between us getting further apart...
The blade of times,
the only self-comforting thank you...is that it also slashed away the painful things....giving me a new fields of hope to seek for something that sounds right to me...giving me a new life, which gives me the chance to open my wings wide...to the other side...giving me a chance to make a change....
Now i can seek for my own truth, shaping a new way of life....to grow larger...and of course...stronger....
