What pain is this? My tummy growls so hard I could not stand up and walk properly. My tummy clutches and I feel like am being punched or pinched in my stomach. Urgh.
I don’t usually get sick. But when I do, it’s terrible as if am gonna die. To be honest I love sick days. Cause I have a reason to be home all day. Cause it means I am free from obligations and tasks outside my comfy zone. Cause I can lie down on my bed or on the couch, feeling pained but feeling okay. I do not wish to always be sick. I only want a day off, and that is when am sick.
But today makes me so irritated. I wish am not sick. Just for today. Because I have scale modeling kits to finish. Because I want to move around the house like I own the world. Because the kids are together at home, waiting for me to tease and play with them. Because the kids want to burn something in the fireplace and I badly want to join them. Because I have pending articles to submit here and there. Because…just because. Hayyyyy.
My tummy growls in a different way. Maybe am hyper acidic? Or is this ulcer? I don’t know. I have an appointment with the doctor today. But am afraid of clinics and hospitals when it’s about me. So I stay at home and endure the pain. I wait for someone to drag me and accompany me to the hospital. Mom perhaps. But she’s busy. So I endure.
I want to see you. But I don’t. I want to hear your voice. But I don’t. So many things I want but I can’t and I don’t. Due to things inevitable. Due to circumstances I cannot control. So I just stand there, waiting for your arrival if you ever will. I just stare at the distance emotionless. I sigh and hate myself for expecting even if I know that I’m giving myself false hopes of your visit. Will you even have the courage to face reality? Will you even have the guts to step up with your heart and make the greatest decision of your life? Or will you just walk right past me like I exist in fairy tales and you live the American Dream with your shattered heart?
I wonder if every daughter feels this way. I wonder if I am the only Daddy’s Girl who does not demand anything from her dad. I wonder if I am the only one who thinks of all the crazy things a spoiled daughter would do for attention’s sake. I wonder if my thoughts are on the right path or have I completely lost my mind and to think that everything can still be fixed with a simple hello.
You are invited to a banquet of royalties, a feast for the one and only HER. The said occasion will be held in HERWorld with HERSnipperts for you to uncover. The said royalties include her ideals, her people like Remojiv, the prince, the king, and her captor, the thug. You will be able to meet her person, her fears, her impossible encounters. And this would be held on the 4th full moon of the year, where the moon is too near on earth and is tainted red.
If in case, you cannot come, please do tell in advance as early as 2 full moons beforehand. So she can remove your special spot in her banquet, a seat she reserved for you, a seat where your name is embarked on it and was specially made for you. Whatever your reasons may be for not attending, please do take note and put it in words she can understand so as not to make her your suspicious neighbor.
Again, you are invited to this banquet of royalties with HERMind thinking that you will come. If you do come, you are expected to wear your best clothes: YOURSELF. If you are coming in a suit and tie or a gown, you will be banned from this particular occasion as a first-degree warning that HERHeart is doubtful of you and your presence in the upcoming events in HERWorld.
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*the following text is a story based from a person's point of view, her mini life event.
I love you.
That is a hyperbole. An exaggeration of sorts. Because if it isn’t then it would mean so much more. Because if it isn’t then it would be chaos. If it isn’t then the world would see the heart of a woman in pain and we both know that we do not want that. Because you want to keep it to yourself, because you keep so much from the universe. And I do not want that either. Because everything will fall apart and the stage will burn. And if it burns the audience would leave. Don’t leave. Even if it is just a hyperbole. Let’s give them a show that they will never forget. Let us give them the greatest story ever told and eradicate all cliches of The Normal Life.
I love you. But that is a hyperbole. Do not forget that.
The Daily Post and some faves.
emotions that matter to me but not to anyone else.
that donut waiting is exhausting! ahaha.
okay, lost property. I am now your number one fan! haha.