her afterglow.

as the beaming sun gradually descended towards the perfect horizon and slowly became engulfed by the gaping ocean, she stood beside him in deafening silence. the loud silence seemed to speak for itself. no words were capable of formulating any sense from her muddle of thoughts, which were all eagerly waiting to surface and give some indication of life to her inscrutable face. as if the seagulls seemed to be the only specimens of animate existence, they flew overhead while he and she waited for the sun to depart to another world - to finish its daily arduous task of giving people a sight to see and to wait for another day to bring sunshine into someone's life.

he, nonetheless, was her sunshine. he was her guiding light and aurora. their bodies stood unstirred basking in the sun's thermal glow, which only added more ferocity to their ignited hearts and souls. and just then, he turned to face her, and his black pupils moved back and forth between her brown eyes. his soft hand found hers, and she slowly traced her fingertip around his inviting lips. as time ceased to exist in her world, everything was blotched from sight - except him, the perfect embodiment of a being. the rays of sunlight gently graced his features, throwing a warm veil over his kind face. slowly her eyes began to draw in every speckle and every line of perfection - from his chiseled jawline, his unshaven coarse chin to his intoxicating yet mellow eyes, endless pools of black that can easily engulf any tractable victim. she pleadingly begged time to delay long enough for her to embed and imprint a lasting and undying image of his face in her crumbling heart. but of course, time persists and prevails. so there they embraced one another for their last hour, and there in his arms she spent until the bitter end.

the incandescent sun, sinking at an ever merciless pace, was only visible for a final fleeting second until it vanished under the horizon where the sky and the ocean kissed. the sun was off to roam other lands only to await for another day to reappear in the world.

but in her world, her sun vacated her, and it showed on her clouded face.
she was left to dwell on her bittersweet afterglow because her sunshine would not reappear for years to come ..

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[ reality ]

just had a sudden urge to write at 2 o'clock in the morning. all thanks to a nice venti cup of caffeine. i should, however, be working on my 300 pages of notes.

needless to say, procrastination is getting the best of me.

convey me, World.

it's difficult to begin to describe this inconceivable state of mind. by far, this is the hardest gulp of anger, guilt, disappointment, fustration, and confusion to swallow. the list of emotions elongates with the scrambling of my lost feelings, all eager to surface but at the same time fervent to find and sink into a comforting and belonging place. the ever-exhausted and laborous hands of the blue clock on the off-white wall, ticking with a tiresome tune that echos through my hallow head, prolongs my mixed musing and with every 'tick' sound, manages to racket those muddling trains of thoughts against the confined quarters of my little skull.
i am waiting. i am waiting for my clock. i am waiting for my clock, which currently ticks with a comforting tone, to count down 'til the day i enter eternal peace of mind where i can finally grasp my nonexistent state of solitude. every man is marked. from the day he gasps his first breath of air, his clock ticks and times him to accomplish exceptional feats until the very day the clock ceases to operate - the very day he breathes his last breath of life. as for myself, i have accomplished no exceptional feats. no glorious triumphs. no eminent exploits.
what do i find myself doing? something incogitable.

how i'd love to break my clock.