[Day Five] - That Girl...

That girl, she smiled. She finally saw that light--just a glimpse of it--behind that shade of--no, just behind the lack of coloring. Too much? Too little? Both of those can kill, hurt, and pain...unless, you learn acceptance to the past, present, and future. You know?  That girl, she feels empty. The strength that used to be within her has gone to a rest... She feels tired yet her imagination is endless. She couldn't even lift up a finger, but in her mind, she can do so much better. She can go way beyond, running across the imaginary line that lies between reality and fantasies. She has her moments of fantasies and life long dreams but she knows that they would be nothing more than just fantasies and dreams... That girl, her eyes, it doesn't hold a spark. There it only lays a reflection of acceptance to the world. Worries? Yes there is that. Pain, sorrow, grief, regret? That too. But behind all of those many shades, lies one bold color filled with the lost hope and happiness she have forgotten. The world she never left but forgotten... One day, she'll learn to remember. Of the days of joy, laughter, and innocence.

[Day Four] - That Girl...

That girl, mature? Wise? Outstanding? Yet, for the truth, such a waste. No childhood to remember; nothing. She caught onto so much problems, clueless in love... That girl, for the first time, she tried. Tried to be, tried to choose, something that would match her superior's eyes. She gazed outside, searching for something. Her eyes filled with hope yet a dash of sorrow. Like all the people left with regrets, she thought of the "what could've been," and the "what should've been". She tried, to change something unchangeable; a nonexistent trait that run through miracles. She tried but will she fail? It depends on fate, letting time decide. What comes is 1:2, what happens is 1:2, what's chosen is what she decides. That girl, is it pain, regret, or uncertainty she feels inside? That bittersweet moment when you feel at loss, shocked yet confused. That girl, she lost her childhood.

[Day Three] - That Girl...

 That girl, she's trying. Trying to fit in, being someone she's not. She's changing...who she is and what she is. That girl, what does she hide? Forced to do what she doesn't love, becoming someone who isn't what used to be... That girl, not the bravest one, not the most fascinated yet she has that naive happiness; how long will it last? Life for her is nothing sorrow, nothing cruel-- just simple. Simplicity of course, that's all she'll ever need, for now.  That girl, a liar I suppose. She lied to get away, lied for the approvals of the crowd. Will she ever know, how that life of hers will end? That girl, that girl's too naive. For the good yet for the worst, she'd lived it because she chose to.

[Day Two] - That Girl...

That girl, she's suffering... Trying to turn towards a different direction so no one will oppose her option. She cries, silently, containing all her thoughts inside. She can't tell someone she's in love, she can't tell someone she chose the wrong path, but all she told people was, "I'm okay," "I'm strong," "I'm happy". Lies. She thought no one would notice her pain yet her actions are obviously showing, showing the world that she's hurt. That girl, she doesn't open up easily but when she does, you'll know everything she's trying to hide from everybody else. They may say she's wrong, say that she thinks too much, telling her nothing but to be happy. Slowly, she's feels like shes drowning, like a rock sinking deeply below it all. Resting at the bottom of the sea, unmoved, untouched, lonely. She is loved but doesn't see, doesn't believe yet she knows; she's been told so. That girl doesn't trust love yet she's caught it, falling deeply too. She'll always be, that girl.

[Day One] - That Girl...

That girl...she's sad. She feels sorrow for life itself. The reality that "we", the people, have is not what's expected. And that girl? She accepts that truthfully... That girl, she's tired of being useless. She's lost of words when you're sad and full of sorrow. She panics when those tears run down your cheeks. She's miserable that moment you run away from yourself. That girl...she believes you're fragile. She wants nothing more but to solve that emptiness you feel within yourself but then again, that girl, she refuses to help herself. She refuses to change, to brighten up, because she's fine with just that... That girl, she hides too much from the world. She hides so much from herself that she doesn't know or realize who she truly is. That girl said she enjoys the silent but she's a liar, its just a way to conceal her tears and feelings. That girl's lonely, full of pain. That girl just wants to live a day without worries and frowns. That girl sits alone as whispers surrounds her translucent bubble. She's afraid to speak up and "giving up" is what she's known for.That girl, she's confused. Her life's tiring and filled with boredom--as she said. She wants to rest, sleep, hibernate for quite long time until she finds the strength that she had lost. Today, that's girl's tired...

[Before It All] - That Girl...

That girl... Suddenly, somehow, that girl's afraid. She sees so much and all around her, that it makes it painful for her to say "it's beautiful." People...that term, it's scares her so. Something so familiar yet at the same time, so distant and unpredictable. She remembers nothing yet she forgets nothing. She sees all yet what she see are all full of "nothings." She's cold, mourning for warmth. That touch they say, the warmth of being loved.  There's so much that surrounds her but she's still unaware; at least she tries to be. She's that girl who cannot feel, that girl who's half blind. Her smile, that small curve formed from her lips. There's nothing that fills it but emptiness and sorrow. That girl, she tries...so much more yet it's hasn't been enough. She's sad but doesn't want to admit. She's hurt but doesn't want to believe. She crying but she's got excuses as she wipe those tears away harshly. That girl's lonely... She tell lies to cover up the imperfections. She excused herself from unneeded social partners. That girl's, she's running away. The world scares her and so she hides. That girl...she needs someone to listen. Not a person to teach and tell her but eyes to know her story.