A Writer’s Love

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I wrote a book for him;
Yet he wanted
Not I but
A different heroine.

I wrote about his charm
And wit and courage;
About the brown of his eyes
And their tender warmth.

I wrote about my love
In the words I know;
They describe the man
I will never have.

I wrote about many things,
Especially about him;
Now I write with nothing
But a broken heart and a pen.

Appreciating Loneliness

Lately I’ve decided to detach myself from some people.

My friends didn’t understand why I’ve been withdrawing myself from social activities. They didn’t understand my reasons so I stopped explaining. I didn’t reply to my messages except if they’re important. I didn’t go out the house except when I have to buy my food.

You see, sometimes you have to be alone to appreciate loneliness. Loneliness needs not to be as lonely as you think. It gives you a chance to discover your inner self–your true self–when not surrounded by other human presence. It gives you an opportunity to explore your mind and to realize greater thoughts. It provides you a time for recollection and faith renewal.

Moreover, it’s being alone that I appreciated my own company. I discovered my weaknesses found ways to overcome them. Being alone allowed me to be creative, to spend my time writing things I’ve never even thought about.

I think I will continue down this path for a while. It would prepare me for my future plans of leaving my hometown to pursue my dreams as a writer. Appreciate loneliness. You will discover your true strength.

Fix Me

I’m currently revising my first novel ever, written and finished last April 2014. The draft was successful and I’m really proud of it but then when I read it again earlier this year, I knew I have to change some parts. I just have to.

There are some scenes which occurred as childish and immature, clearly an output of a 17-year old teenager. But the story itself, the characters, were so full of life to me that I felt compelled to listen to their voices once again.

You see, the story was born because of my real-life experience. I was very much hurt and lost years back. To deal with my depression, I had resolved to writing down my misery and sadness. It later evolved into a bittersweet story of losing and falling in love again. Below is the synopsis of Fix Me and the link to Wattpad.

Jasmina Reamer’s world implodes when her fiance tragically dies in an accident. Trevor Kaplan is just as broken and just as hurt when his girlfriend dies from cancer. Two people trapping themselves in the past. Two people becoming ghosts of their present. Two people losing sight of their future.

When fate allows their destinies to meet, Trevor is rattled by Jasmina’s striking resemblance to his dead girlfriend. Haunted by their different pasts, two broken hearts find solace in each other’s shattered pieces and they slowly build themselves up. But just as Jasmina is ready to let go of the past, it suddenly comes back to life.

Torn by choices and circumstances, Jasmina and Trevor part ways to find the true desires of their hearts–Jasmina, her writing and Trevor, his music. What are the chances of two people, in the middle of fixing themselves, to survive?

Apart, they’re lost. Together, they might stand a chance.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/9497368-fix-me

Leaving and Never Coming Back

So I will only be saying it here where none of my relatives and friends could read. This secret could only be shared to you, my fellow mysterious readers out there.

I’ve finished reading John Green’s Paper Towns and I’m pretty sure I could relate with Margo Roth Spiegelman’s view about leaving and never coming back, the realness of something, and the paper-thin and paper-frail condition of everything.

In the story, she left the town of Orlando because she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to be herself. She wanted to live the life she wanted. In a way, I kind of felt for her. I’ve always felt trapped in our little town. The superficial environment kind of got on my nerves. I wanted to leave. To travel. To never come back.

I’ve decided to plan for it. I’ve decided to leave.

When I’ve got enough money to be self-sufficient, I’m going to travel. My first destination would be New York, the place I’ve always wanted to be. I planned this escape not because I want to leave but because I need to.

Next year would the the set date of this perpetual journey. As of now, I’ve already hinted some of my friends about it but not really telling them directly.

I’m going to be free. I am going to the paper towns. And I am never coming back.

Leaving and Never Coming Back

So I will only be saying it here where none of my relatives and friends could read. This secret could only be shared to you, my fellow mysterious readers out there.

I’ve finished reading John Green’s Paper Towns and I’m pretty sure I could relate with Margo Roth Spiegelman’s view about leaving and never coming back, the realness of something, and the paper-thin and paper-frail condition of everything.

In the story, she left the town of Orlando because she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to be herself. She wanted to live the life she wanted. In a way, I kind of felt for her. I’ve always felt trapped in our little town. The superficial environment kind of got on my nerves. I wanted to leave. To travel. To never come back.

I’ve decided to plan for it. I’ve decided to leave.

When I’ve got enough money to be self-sufficient, I’m going to travel. My first destination would be New York, the place I’ve always wanted to be. I planned this escape not because I want to leave but because I need to.

Next year would the the set date of this perpetual journey. As of now, I’ve already hinted some of my friends about it but not really telling them directly.

I’m going to be free. I am going to the paper towns. And I am never coming back.

The Writer Files

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Misguided Ghosts

It’s 9:02 on my clock. My mind is traveling far away again. Outside it is dark, the moon is obscured by dark patches of clouds. The sky is devoid of any star. The world is silent.

Inside of my mind, though, is a steady clamor of ideas and wishful thinking and memories. They all fall into one story–twisting reality to fantasy, defying truth and telling lies.

And then everything starts. My mind hovers around the atmosphere, watching me sitting and typing, watching my parents and my younger brothers sleeping, watching the whole world moving. It’s then I realize how we are merely misguided ghosts. We are unaware of the true battle in the shadows. We are oblivious of the cruelty destroying the peace. We are too absorbed in our own little worlds, trying to fit perfectly into place with everybody else.

Are we really supposed to blend in? Weren’t we supposed to stand out?

My mind, satisfied of the night’s sojourn, travels back to my body and returns.

It’s 9:11 in my clock.