A LITTLE STORY WHICH HOURS
It's rough. Millions of voiced voices began to soar over my mind. Alternately. Downstream going in and out. Breaking down my concentration that I had fertilized one by one. It seems the less important voices have infected the whole program in my brain. Then it starts to heat up. My brain system is disturbed.
Slowly. Well, slowly began to feel the sound was reduced. Decrease. And then just faintly audible. The wind came. As if to bring the chaos away. Once again the wind came. And lost all that voice. Peace. The wind blows again. Power me in a false state of mind.
Separate Stories at Blank Time
I looked at my front-class plant. Ntah how many times he has survived against the rain and heat these few days. Looks weak and withered. Suffered. A leaf fell and floated. Like my soul I can not control. A persistent mind, and a floating soul. My eyes still stare at the leaf. He fell in my classroom. And trampled. Then it crumbled, and was swept away by a seemingly hesitant wind brushing it off.
Those outside the world thought I never knew. Because I do not think they ever want to know. Maybe they know, I'm just a teenager with a shake of the soul. And that they might also know, I never wanted to interact and talk like them. They only know a small part of me. They do not know. I'm trying to talk in silence. I'm trying to get to know in the distance. And one that I really know. I love my natural mind. And will never leave this realm of my imagination.
My eyes swept through all the sights that could be reached with both of my minus lenses. Open class door, water faucet, wet grass, basketball court, puddles, motorcycle parking, and lots of it. One of them never goes through my thinking. Then my eyes clashed with a gate at the end. Hmm ... the door that has separated my world from his world.
I myself have not known since when I live in this world of mine. The world I know is very different from their world. Sometimes I want to live like them. With jokes and laughter loose. With all the capabilities and facilities they have. With all reasonable. Okay, maybe not many people know me here. My name is Disca. And I need freedom.
My concentration broke again. Back buzzing sounded. Until I do not know what words are spoken from them. The sound of the ball clashing with the floor helped make a bang in my head. I want peace. And I want to shout: "I NEED FREEDOM".
"Hey, why are you?", A friend of mine made me gasp and conscious from my mind.
"I do not know why ...", I replied flatly, trying to smile.
It's rough. Millions of voiced voices began to soar over my mind. Alternately. Downstream going in and out. Breaking down my concentration that I had fertilized one by one. It seems the less important voices have infected the whole program in my brain.
Then it starts to heat up. My brain system is disturbed.
Slowly. Well, slowly began to feel the sound was reduced. Decrease. And then just faintly audible. The wind came. As if to bring the chaos away. Once again the wind came. And lost all that voice. Peace. The wind blows again. Power me in a false state of mind.
I looked at my front-class plant. Ntah how many times he has survived against the rain and heat these few days. Looks weak and withered. Suffered. A leaf fell and floated. Like my soul I can not control. A persistent mind, and a floating soul. My eyes still stare at the leaf. He fell in my classroom. And trampled. Then it crumbled, and was swept away by a seemingly hesitant wind brushing it off.
Those outside the world thought I never knew. Because I do not think they ever want to know. Maybe they know, I'm just a teenager with a shake of the soul. And that they might also know, I never wanted to interact and talk like them. They only know a small part of me. They do not know. I'm trying to talk in silence. I'm trying to get to know in the distance. And one that I really know. I love my natural mind. And will never leave this realm of my imagination.
My eyes swept through all the sights that could be reached with both of my minus lenses. Open class door, water faucet, wet grass, basketball court, puddles, motorcycle parking, and lots of it. One of them never goes through my thinking. Then my eyes clashed with a gate at the end. Hmm ... the door that has separated my world from his world.
I myself have not known since when I live in this world of mine. The world I know is very different from their world. Sometimes I want to live like them. With jokes and laughter loose. With all the capabilities and facilities they have. With all reasonable. Okay, maybe not many people know me here. My name is Disca. And I need freedom.
My concentration broke again. Back buzzing sounded. Until I do not know what words are spoken from them. The sound of the ball clashing with the floor helped make a bang in my head. I want peace. And I want to shout: "I NEED FREEDOM".
"Hey, why are you?", A friend of mine made me gasp and conscious from my mind.
"I do not know why ...", I replied flatly, trying to smile.
I have a desire. But I was silent.