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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Sometimes…

Gazing into the four walls, Reflecting the emptiness bored inside me, Reading in between the creeks of whiteness, I found that giving in might be the best. Sometimes... My heart is not strong enough, To hold up against the depth... Continue Reading →

How to Manage Time? (By Someone Who Is Always Late)

Tardiness has been one of my main traits in the years of schooling, this habit eventually seeped into some of my working etiquette, and even my blogging style. Being in school impacted me negatively as school sucked the living out... Continue Reading →

My Journey With Music

Tapping my feet to the rhythm, pacing my body slightly back and forth to the beat, this is how my body reacts to music. This particular thing that I have with music is innate, I just could not stop myself... Continue Reading →

Conquest (July Goals)

"Okay, let's do this," I told myself repeatedly, and things started to change, slowly but gradually. This is not fast enough. That was what I told myself far back when I was jet fueled with passion to do everything in life. No,... Continue Reading →

Music Changes

Rain was pelting relentlessly against the exterior of the car, racing with each other across the closed windscreen, I was gazing into the nothingness that pried into my heart which was hollow. The crisp angelic voice tore into the perfect... Continue Reading →

Recur

Driving. Mundane old routine, nothing unusual happening around me, same old tired me, microsleeping and multitasking along the way, typical lackadaisical driver. I was wearied out from my work like any other working days, not expecting anything to conjure in... Continue Reading →

We, Maybe.

Huff... Puff... My heart was beating at the rhythm of my pace, controlling it in order to run longer. Sweat was drenching me, the sun was merciless, I ran across that particular spot again. It was mid-summer, my running routine was... Continue Reading →

Talk Too Much.

Looking at you, Making me wonder, How much I don't know, And want to know about you. It is inevitable, You are painted Across my mind, Throughout the days. I could not get you Out of my mind, Perhaps, you... Continue Reading →

Pause.

= The question paper stared at me, It knew me, I was in oblivion. = I got up, Went for the toilet. = Hiatus. = Still nothing. = Time's up! Shit. No luck indeed. I let myself sink Into my... Continue Reading →

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