October 15, 2024

The Three Musketeers





I have been meaning to write about this for quite sometimes.

The Three Musketeers... 

The delay was unintentional... my senses were submerged in endless oceans of overthinking and sadness.. but now is the moment, triggered by the absence of one of us...

The Three Musketeers, and Milady ;)
a beautiful story, speaks of friendship and the bond that can be created between strangers...
isn't it something?
to form a friendship with words?
and what are we but words... 

We are here reading and writing... resting our fighting souls...  supporting and sharing opinions... laughing and even crying... seek nothing but a beautiful friendship 

Here... in this little space stolen from the world... where we can simply take off our armors, and lay down our swords... share food for the heart and soul, before it is time to get out to face the storm again.

After brief thinking... It was not very hard to choose which character I may be... there is only one worthy female character after all :)

that character who had to wear masks to survive, but i am not deceitful... i am sharp like a sword.. i cut and let them bleed... walking away and never be seen again. 
I am poison... dormant poison

So i raise my cup in a toast to the marvellous Musketeers and... ;) Milady.

But before i go... I would like to send a call for dear Anonymous who is lost in the sea of life... taken away by waves of frustration...  bravely facing the world with faith and strength... 

Stay Strong my friend, for you are a Musketeer who is fearless of whatever may come.

We light a candle for you... to see through the shadows... to see the way home.

My Strange Idea for Today
Prayers to the Anonymous who is lost in the sea..
Prayers to a stranger I know  nothing about.. but cherish his existence in my life 
Prayers to an endless friendship between the Anonymous souls who gather in this little corner of strange ideas



October 06, 2024

The Maze



Walking inside a maze with no way out

All paths no matter how further they took me are deceiving

Blocked at the end with no hope to go through


I am trying to tame my wounded angry self... be rational... be reasonable... chase away my demons... stand my ground... believe that all will be ok 

In vain

I really dont know what to do... I really dont know where to go... i really dont know how to be ok... I really dont know when all of this will be over... I dont know... I really dont know.


How do you ask for peace and you took mine away

You left me in the middle of endless chaos... lost... unbalanced and... disoriented 

frozen inside my deepest fears

i wish i can breath... i wish i can see the sun... i wish i am out of this maze.. 


My Strange idea for today

and what if the fighter is tired of fighting?

and what if the fighter wants to surrender?


September 19, 2024

Healing Alone

 





Broken soul… broken heart
One piece after the other consumed by the dark sadness
One piece after the other burned by the flames of anger

Oh I was a fool
A ridiculous fool 
I believed and I gave my all 
And now I am standing all alone 
Facing all of this alone
Trying to heal alone 

Always alone 

My wounds never heal
surrounded by darkness... no ray of light
pain eating my heart
I am falling... falling in endless despair
I need to breath... I need to see the sun... I wish to be ok for once in my life... I am tired... and sad... I am consumed... and angry... I must get out of all this... 

falling... falling deep... falling... hit hard... 
stuck in my head... it is crowded in there... those thoughts chain me... demons... cant break free 

Facing all this
healing alone
but my wounds never heal 
my wounds never heal


My strange idea of the day
none

September 01, 2024

The Story Teller





Lately I am realising a very disturbing fact.
I don't know how to write!!

For sometimes now I have been trying to put some ideas together

Envision a story.. a plot.. a character.. a places!!
But nothing is materializing in my brain.. just scattered ideas that doesnt hold on together and make something coherent.

I am a storyteller, or that's what i used to be... but for years this skill has been diminishing due to my attempt to run and hide from some aspects of my reality... i run to the colorful world of the games and social media... where i shut down my brain and receive only... do whatever needed mechanically... 

My soul is dry
and i don't know how to revive it
My imagination is depleted
and i don't know how to replenish it

the storyteller has no stories to tell

I thought of prompts... I thought of writing competitions... I thought of just writing the flashes that hit my mind from time to time
 But the problem is, I only think and think only... I dont move things to the next phase... ACTION

I am tired... emotionally, physically, mentally exhausted 
sometimes I tell myself, writing is your safe haven... where you can be somewhere else... where you will be someone else... just let it flow and you will not regret it

just let it heal you
just let it strengthen you as it always did
write a story, any story... a silly story... a sad story... a love story... a crazy story... just write a story... one little story... it will be the key to the rusty gates of your mind

I am very good at writing feelings.. very deep feelings... feelings that one can whisper to oneself.. how about character, place, plot line?

"It is a beautiful day outside, sunny with a little chill... delicious silence engulfing the space, melodies flowing around, make the heart aches with ecstasy... there... sitting... thinking... writing... dreaming... what is going to happen today? does it matter?, does it really matter?... just indulge in the moment... steal the rare beautiful moment from the ugly face of life"


Just feelings... no character, no place, no plot


My Strange Idea for the Day
I am a Storyteller without Stories 


  

August 17, 2024

God's Law

 



GOD's Law

how many crime has been committed in the name of god and his holy laws

how many has been oppressed and abused 

how much pain has been inflicted


I am a believer, and god's love is in my heart

I believe that he is merciful and loving 

I believe that whatever he said has been misused and misinterpreted by some to use it against others


I am a victim of God's law 

since I was a kid and until the moment I am writing these words

I have been abused, oppressed, deceived, and lied to under the banner of God's law

thrown into endless darkness that slipped into my soul... ate my peace and existence under the concept of the holy God's law

all of this turned me into the wort version of myself... crazy, angry, irrational... an ugly soul... burning with hurt and pain

looking into the mirror not knowing who I am.. who is this person... where are the smiles and laughter... where is the cheerful girl with endless imagination... full of love and lust

who is this shadow... 

I was puzzled until the truth is revealed... God's law... that gives a person the right to betray and deceive, and even take it as a genuine right.


I am broken my friends 

My faith in Love, in Faithfulness, in something great, pure, and beautiful that can defy the ugliness of the world is gone


I am Tired my friends

weary and consumed... year after year, convincing myself that everything is going to be ok... but it was never ok... I couldn't make myself accept the ugly situation and continue to look into the other side as if it doesn't exist


I am sad my friends

It is the one I love so much, and always willing to give my all to, and willing to do anything for, and willing to take a million extra mile for... oh.. it is the one I believed in, the one i never thought that he will hurt me that much.. hurt me that deep.. hurt me without remorse... hurt me without regret


This is not how it was supposed to be... this is not how it was supposed to end if ever end 


Now I am looking and thinking... What's left now?

What's left of my life, and What's left of my self

nothing much actually... I am a shell of who I use to be, an empty shell, eaten up from inside, anger and pain feasted on me... slowly and unceasingly 

I have to save what remains of me... for me... for my little sunshine... we deserve peace, we deserve a better tomorrow where there is no room for anger and sadness... betrayal and deceiving... lies under various reasons... under the flashing bright sign of God's law

I dont know if I will make it

I dont know if I can

but I owe it to myself to try

success and failure is not what I am thinking about now... it is survival... 

My strange Idea of the Day

I am a Survivor of God's Law 




August 03, 2024

Season of the Witch






Soon will begin the season of the witches 
Fall... when the whole face of the earth is changing… and the hidden witch inside me come to life… out of her cocoon… welcoming a new chapter... using the magical gift that she was blessed with

Fall has always been my comfort season... it is so beautiful where I live... colors and chilly breeze... and a cozy smell in the air

I need to prepare a selection of warm drinks, cozy sweaters, and a list of enchanting music

I need to satisfy the urge of writing, and reading.. defy the addiction to colorful screens that show me everyday how ugly the world is

I need to redirect my energy... summon my phoenix spirit to rise 

I need to love myself more... to take care of myself more... to tell myself that all will be ok 

I need the witch inside to show her face to the world, the resilient and the able... the one with magic that can do all 

I need.. and I want... and I hope that I will

My strange idea for Today
Let the witch rise... let the magic begin 


July 30, 2024

Somewhere Else





And who doesn't want to be somewhere else
And who doesn't want to be someone else

Different life, Different destiny, Different self
Will I be happier? Will it be easier? will my dreams come true? will all the pain that  I am going through disappear?

I need to heal, to stand again, to recognize my blessings, and leave all of this darkness and burning pain behind

Arms of my demons pulling me deeper
I will fight
I will try to fight
I cant fight

I need to heal, I need to be free from my own darkness, from self pity, from looking back 

burning fire of anger is licking my existence, sucking reason out of me
I will defend my being
I will try
I cant

I need to heal, I need my weapons
my weapons... my book... my papers... my magical words, and magical worlds... they are my salvation

facing the tempest... facing the demons... Extinguish the fire


and my strange idea for today is
I will be someone else, and I will create my somewhere else