A Name-less, Shame-less Piece of Writing

By the dead plants the boy sits. He is starving. His mouth is dry.
Retrospect takes him back to the last thing he put in his mouth
In his thoughts, he tries to remember whether it was water.
The boy tries to do something with his tongue that brings saliva to his mouth
It does not bring saliva this time. His mouth is still dry
Somewhere faraway, on the same ground, where saliva does come to the mouth, a girl leaves her house
Her angry leave is because her dad would not give her money for her hair removal laser sessions

Can't bear this life anymore, she thinks
On the ground where the boy still sits, he stares at the skin of his arm
Under the dirt, he can see a hair
Never has he noticed the hair on his arm before and it makes him smile
Concentrating on the single and short hair covered by dirt, his smile fades away
It could be that the hair is making him feel hotter today
Little fingers of his try to hold on to the single and short hair firmly

It finally does get into his grip and the boy pulls it with all his strength. It hurts so he stops
Somewhere faraway, the girl is lost in her thoughts. 75 dollars won't be enough, she thinks

75

is the number of warts I found on my skin yesterday. Let me count the number of hair today

Argh

I never thought that I'd start a blog...whenever the thought came to me I would shoo it away for what should I write in a blog? how much will I spill out? is there even a point in doing so? who is going to even read it? These thoughts are still racing through my mind as I type but I guess sitting here at the computer at 1 am with having two horrible exams left that I'm sick of studying for, starting a blog isn't such a bad idea. This time of the year is always not the best. You're sitting there studying for the few exams left and you're wondering what the hell you're going to do in the summer to make it useful, you think if you've done enough in the academic year, you think of how much time is left till you graduate, you think if you've even made the right choice of choosing what to study. You've just turned a year older and you can't help thinking of how you're a year closer to death, a year closer to getting older, a year closer to things being more difficult and having more serious problems and you can't help but think if you've made use of the years that have past, the free time you had, the opportunities that came your way, if you dealt with your problems effectively enough and if you've made every second you live actually valuable.

Because time passes and never comes back. It's 1:33 am on 2nd of May 2009 and this minute will never come back again. I have one chance to decide what to do in it. There will be a time where I'll yearn to come back to this age surely. Where I'll wish I could come back to 1:33 am on 2nd of May 2009.

But if your thoughts were always about how time is flying by and how it will never come back, you'll always be miserable, you'll always be whining and you'll always feel a lump in your throat. You'll never function properly or ever be happy and it is a blessing that our thoughts aren't always such. But what about the times like now when they are? What do you do and how do you something about it?

Every breath brings you closer to death but if you're not breathing you're already dead. I don't care whether 5 or 0 people will read this blog. These are my own thoughts but because I'm trying to work towards a 'selfless' attitude, I'm putting this on a blog online incase there's a chance that there's anyone out there who will benefit from my thoughts, however valuable or invaluable they are