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Now I know what time is it. It’s time to trot my way back home. I can’t still feel the ground as I take heavy steps out; out of this realm of frustrations that I thought was a road to her paradise. Each step I take seems to be a step farther from my dreams, simply because those are the steps that will lead me farther from her, my sole emancipator. Though reluctant to do so, I continue my walking. On my way, I see in my mind pictures of the scene I witnessed earlier. It plays on and on, over and over as if it won’t stop until it makes my brain burst out of my head. I managed to take few more steps before I find myself breaking down. I sat on the sidewalk then press my back on the wall oblivious of the dirt, dust and all those morons, I mean… people, staring at me. I still can’t accept what I saw and amidst my nothingness I heard a voice saying, “Are you ok?” I gave that stranger a pale look, clutched my fist then raise one of my finger. No, it’s not the one you raise while yelling that ...

What time is it? My watch says it’s 5:46 p.m. but my starving stomach disagrees for it keeps on telling me that it’s time for me to load him up for I haven’t eaten neither breakfast nor lunch, but I munched some banana chips though. My sleepy eyes, on the other hand, say it’s time for me to visit Dreamland for it has been three sleepless nights since I did considering that I am not a nocturnal creature even if I am starting to act like one; and I must admit, I’m not liking it. Lastly, my hardworking yet dead exhausted brain cells say it’s time for me to drop this newspaper for they can no longer comprehend. I’ve been sitting here, waiting for her for almost two hours now, clutching my virtue of patience that is about to slip away from me. I’m hungry, sleepy and restless yet still without any trace of reluctance in spending even countless hours staying foot in this place to have her caress my dull view.. The sun falls down thinning the crowd. The streetlamps start to light up as the a...

It was a bone chilling and muscle numbing January night, probably the worst night I can recall from my unwanted past. I just finished reading the book I bought two days ago that night but didn't understand a single line. At my despair, I turned my computer on and composed my own story. I managed to finish my first draft but ended up with another story that talks about death and sufferings. Lately I've been struggling to free my mind from these thoughts but the more I shelter myself, the more I find them breaking in to me. After some revisions on my work, I then decided to rest.I lie awake staring at the ceiling thinking about the day that just passed. It was just another day, a same old day that I got bullied by some freaks in our block on my way home but this time I decided to fight back, thanks to my courage I now have bruises in almost every part of my frail body. School was not good as well. Even before my fight with those bullies, my professor had already wage war on me. N...