Fixed
I just got my car back today…fixed, one piece, like me…I am me again…I already put down the story that I kept in installment, my friend said it was an interesting peep in the world of dark glittering lights…it has served its purpose, for me to be redeemed. It doesn’t matter if everyone read it or not all that matters is the ones who I knew would understand understood every prose…
As I drove my car, I felt the rush in my blood…like Lestat revived, chasing the wind as life runs through my veins…I can sing happy songs again…my wish was to feel and so I did, I have no regrets of the things that happened to me, that is life, to the fullest…I wouldn’t have it any other way and I am proud of how I played my part…
As I drove my car I was laughing like a kid again, no longer empty…I could hear the credits roll as the soundtrack play in the background, ‘Grateful’…that I am…but like any other movie, the ending is just the beginning…the tears I’ve shed and the memories I’ve shared, I will keep it in me…she said she will never forget and I know I will always remember…as of the past and the present, I know I always have a new story to tell, and thus I will keep making them…
A friend once told me that if you have a unique name then you will lead an extraordinary life as well…the crazies, I know I will keep attracting them, the broken things that needs to be fixed…every one is the same…it just makes life interesting, who would want to be perfect anyway, perfect is boring…like a vase with perfect curves, it’s beautiful but doesn’t have that much of stories to tell, but a broken vase that sits by the corner that gathered up dust has much interesting details…her mind, broken as it is but I still find the beautiful things in it…
Heights, more of it will come…I will create it…and so as I keep my foot moving one after the other I will continue to paint my world again…smiles…I will keep finding them…