{Journal.} Snow Flake

People treated me indifferently. Was I a complete stranger? As I crossed their sights, their eyes were following my steps. Since childhood, I have never felt affection. Every single little things were kept in my mind, my mouth shut, I held unto everything, all by myself. I was seeking acceptance and welcome, but got no responses from others. My face, expressionless, breaks people' gaze. No one never wanted to care about me nor did I want to care about them. I had become a dull reckless person. The cold thick blood was continuously flowing in my veins and I could feel my body fall from high up in the sky deeply more and more into this humongous gap. Before I could reach its end, I sensed a warm presence. I finally opened my eyes. I found you on my way to the ground. My heart slowly started to flicker. Your touch... so soft... and cordial.. that I melt into your skin. I might be a burden to you but, even so, you still kept me with you. You pointed me the world, transmit the will to be reborn as a new person. The leak of happiness from your heart to mine only made me stronger. I won't ever be the same being again. I won't ever look at the world like the way I saw it. You brought me to the warmest place you knew, your heart. 

I am no longer snow, but boiling water for you.

{Journal.} Reflection

In the crowd, was shrouding a girl. She sticks into a corner and continuously looks down at her feet. Everyday I would see her pass by my house and walk in the same narrow hallway. With a black cloak at night, she resembles to a ghost that would forever follow you, without notice. She's unknown, invisible, mute. Nobody, except me knew her presence. I have remarked and observed her. Her long bangs kept covering the half of the face area. Her eyes would always stare at the floor. She always keep a cold look when people start watching her. In class, she would solemnly stay at her place. I followed her home. I peeked at the window where I could finally see her entire face. She was smiling.  Her eyes, full of dreams, sparkled. Her whole camouflage act was all gone. She was dancing on her own like any other teenage girl having fun. Why did she never reveal her true self? I stared at my own reflection. The girl I've been trying to know better was myself.

{Journal.} A Trip to another World

I was sitting heavily on my chair. I could only move my hand and fingers in order to write. It felt like if I was pulled down by an anchor, attached to my body. A strong pain was diffused all over my being. Suddenly, it went caliginous. I couldn't see anything anymore. The pencil, which I have been holding, dropped out of my fingers discretely. A sudden feeling of comfort spread through out my entire soul. I wish it could be sempiternal. I'm being reborn like a flower that blossoms every year. But, a strident voice could be heard from where I was. A cry of distress, I shall call it, and it's calling me. Everything seemed to be abruptly clear back again. My eyes, wide open, looked around seeking for the mysterious noise. My classmates were all giggling and my teacher sighed, letting me know how disappointed she was.

(I wrote this when I was very tired. If there's any mistakes or misuse of word, let me know.)