A sinner

I was dying, but had not realized it yet. All I could feel was pain. Merciless, piercing pain, tearing apart my soul, leaving just torn pieces behind. I wanted to shout, to cry. I needed someone to come and rescue me, to heal the wounds and make the pain go away. The conscience was steadily abandoning me. My thoughts weren’t clear anymore – they became words, and soon just letters, unrelated images and sounds.
I was aware of the tears in my eyes, the cold, the fear I was feeling. But they all became blurry. I couldn’t tell when it all began and how much time elapsed.

Suddenly, it all stopped. So sudden, that it made the end more painful than what I have felt up until then.
I was floating in abeyance, feeling countless cold pins flying past me.
My mind awakened bit by bit. I discovered my eyes were closed only when the effort of opening them made my body shudder. Or was it better saying ‘corpse’? I couldn’t figure out if I was dead already or if the fate was still playing its cruel game with me.

All I could see were the pins forming a cage tighter and tighter around me. When I thought they were going to stop, they stabbed with fury every inch of my body. My silent cries made them only rift my body with more power, with a ferocious pleasure. Blood filled my mouth, his bitter taste overwhelming me.

The small iron pins collapsed and my instinctive urge was to laugh, seeing them so fragile, so helpless.

But it seemed I wasn’t allowed any moment of rest, as an unseen presence embraced me. For only a brief moment, I could feel the agony disappear, its place being taken by a sluggish feeling of peace. Only for a brief moment. Then I felt how my skin was being peeled off. My nails were ripped off and my eyes were bloodshot.
I tried to run, to escape, but my hands were caught in chains.

All that remained was my heart. Still beating, it was the only evidence of my existence. All the sins hidden in it were more clear than ever. The arrogance, the greed, the rage, all built on past guilt, were burnt on it’s surface.

All that remained was the heart. That’s how the ghost was created. And it was let alone in the world, to wander for eternity.

*just tema la engleza, not some weird *cough cough* filthy fetish >:P *

*yawn*

E 1 noaptea and this is just a quick note.
…
In sfarsit am gasit o idee destul de buna pe net pentru a fi dezvoltata ca subiectul pentru compunerea idioata cu “a funny thing happened…”

Shower time! *wow, n-am uitat de titlu D:*

A funny thing happened during a class at school. The teacher gathered all of us in the science lab, in order to show us around, as it was our first lesson. After listing all the rules we had to follow when working in the laboratory, he proceeded in telling us the dangers of being careless during experiments and what to do if we ever caught fire. In one corner there was the shower we should have used if such a thing happened. To be sure we understood, he stood under it demonstrating and failed to notice the boy who sneaked behind his back and pulled the handle. After realizing what happened, we burst in laughter as our soaked to the bone teacher was looking at us though his dripping bangs that were sticking to his cheeks.
Later, as I was passing by the principal office, I heard some voices.
“They did it to you again, huh? This is already the third time. Those punks sure improve throughout the years.”

Mnah, nu e cea mai buna compunere ever, dar in situatia data (trecut de miezul noptii) eu ma declar multumita D:

Me iz going to sleep xD
‘night :]

Uu edit: just checked the prognoza meteo pentru azi. Se raceste buu.

Verdee :x

Heya =[^_^]=

.N-am mai scris ceva de…mult timp.
.Si inca ma mir ca n-am postat nimic in vara, pentru ca a fst o vara geniala xD, which I miss sooo damn much. Yaay for the otaku friends! ^^
.Nici acum nu stiu ce sa scriu lol. Poate ca ma bucur ca azi a fst o zi calda <3 Siii~ ca am luat 10 la fizica ( wow xD ).
.As a side note, pisica doarme pe Mara.
.Imi ador pisiiiiica <333 E o masa de blana, grasime si colti <333 Tre' s-o adori D:
.I need so much an otaku meeting :3 Ce pacat ca la Niji n-am putut sta cat as fi vrut xD
.Stiuu ca am mai zis asta de n-spe ori, dar congrats again, my cosplay-er friends! xDD
.La Otaku tre' sa fac si eu cosplay @-) Neaparat! D: Acum imi mai trebuie doar idei, material, timp… ._.
– to be continued when my imagination will be that nice to give me some more ideas-

–doar vroiam sa vad ceva postat

01:15

A incercat sa sara pe pervazul ferestrei, a cazut si in cadere s-a agatat cu picioarele din spate de perdea si cu cele din fata de marginea pervazului.

Acum sta si se zgaieste afara.

Si eu stau langa ea si miros noaptea.

Si ma muuusca TT^TT (pisica, nu noaptea).

Mamaaa care-i ala care prajeste cartofi prajiti la ora asta?! Strica mirosul noptii.

Azi, in Herastrau…

Era un caine alb pe pod, un pui de Bishon Maltez. Bietul de el, il ajunsese caldura si se latise langa picioarele stapanei, cu labutele in laturi. Isi sprijinea barbia (cainii au barbie?!) de asfalt si statea asa, aratand adorabil. O tanara, cu aparatul foto agatat de gat,  s-a apropiat si a inceput sa-l fotografieze. Catelul, vazandu-se bagat in seama, s-a ridicat, punandu-si labutele din fata pe genunchii tipei si a inceput sa dea din coada.

Mai incolo, spre podul dinspre Pavilionul H, doi actori, intruchipand un senator roman si un nobil din perioada Rococo se aratau publicului, pudrati albi din cap pana in picioare. Lumea se adunase, iar cei doi, pentru persoanele care spargeau linia cercului format pentru a depunde o bancnota, doua in cutia special pusa acolo, se miscau din impietrirea lor autoimpusa pentru a face fotografii cu respectivii.

Mi-au amintit de spectacolele date de Teatrul Masca in Parcul Herastrau. Cand eram mai mica, plimbandu-ma mai des prin parcul mai sus mentionat, prindeam de multe ori reprezentatiilor lor. Tin minte ca ultima data cand i-am vazut erau acoperiti de cupru -culoarea- si tema piesei era Micul Paris. Ma intreb daca programul respectivei seri o mai fi pe undeva, prin casa…

E frumoasa privelistea lacului si a vaporaselor de pe scarile care urca spre Pavilionul H. Si inghetata cu esenta de rom si stafide era buna .

Fuck, sunt prea sedentara.