part 1. Lovely Boy

Basically, this guy, i've known him for quite a while, actually we've been friends since childhood but only recently have i managed to figure out what's been missing from his life. What was that missing piece that he lacked, the key main ingredient to his happiness and the reasons for his troubled past.

He's a lonely boy, brought into this world by a wonderful mother. He had a bright future ahead of him, a future filled with success and fame. Brighter than the rest of the kids at school he always stood out amongst the rest, teachers and adults were quick to notice that the kid had talent, the kid was a prodigy. This one was a golden nugget. Unaware at that age of the vast potential for greatness and the amazing wonders he could've done, he was often in trouble at school. Always getting into silly discipline cases with the teachers.

Friends, weren't easy to find. They were hard to get, he was a loner, often found trying to get the attention of fellow classmates to notice him and be friends with him. His quick witted responses and a natural look of arrogance added with his the tone of higher authority in his voice he was often found in bad terms with peers and judged wrongly. He had friends, but they weren't exactly his best buddies, friends that he used to pass by his time in grade school. No one could understand him, he had different morale standards then the typical average student. Doubt he could ever relate to anyone in his primary school. It's a sad tale indeed, to go through such careless free days without the company of joy and laughter to go along fresh summer days.

end of part 1.

No Class

I really don't know who to talk to about my family problems now. I really don't know it's too embarassing too much a secret. Too much of a shame. I can't even blog about it, it's too deep complicated and just full of fucking shit.

Frengers

I get off my feet, but I'm still destroyed. I won't care for you like I'm really supposed to. There are things I'll do that could really hurt you, don't you just love goodbyes - 156. Frengers a portmanteau of the words friend and stranger. A frenger is a person who is "not quite a friend but not quite a stranger"

The awesome stone slab -what would be known unto them as a “building”- stood unrivalled amidst the curious drone of danger: a flow of traffic roared in between the scarce row of trees below, flowing on through the opaque river of solid granite.

The sparrow pecked its head downward, looking toward the human beings as waves of them strutted into the block of stone. It observed the quaint beings uncertainly, failing to comprehend the benefits of their choice of nesting. As far as it was concern, the hard insides of this rock would be incapable of bringing warmth or comfort.

The sparrow composed a series of abrupt chirps and with that it skipped off that very cold block and settled its feathers upon the wind. It had yet to fulfil the demands of a hungry belly; stably relaying itself through the unsteady breeze, the sparrow waited impatiently for a familiar scent, one capable enough to change its course.

It found satisfaction amidst the cluttering of human utensils, readying itself, it struck forward into the hunting grounds, armed with an acute anticipation, it found itself dodging pass a volley of hammering attacks as the clumsy feet of humans strolled back and forth around the sparrow. The sparrow watched them fearfully, as it realised the only dire fate it would meet were it to remain amidst the humans’ assault: It would only be left to rest upon the cold slabs as their relentless bombardments rain down heavily on its remains. Its feathers tightened up at the very thought and it made even more desperate attempts at fleeing.

As a ray of light found entrance past the gargantuan beings, it chirped excitedly at a gap in the attacks of its predators; a chance of flight. Upward it began to soar, its feelings rose up excitedly, at last it could feel the caressing breeze, and upward the sparrow flew, reaching anxiously for its rescue. The sparrow flapped its wings dearly, catching hold of the great rushing of wind; it was pulled out of oblivion.

Instinct guided the sparrow’s path and a familiar structure began to enter its sights as a drone of speed circled into the air: ahead, waves of the beings strutted into the cold, stone structure, the awesome stone slab -what would be known unto them as a “building”- stood unrivalled.

chase.

I was breaking out of my own skin choking upon release I'm in no state to judge you. Scratching itches best left alone chasing memories i used to own, I can't wait till this is over tonight. Pictures that I've been dreaming are coming down they're changing my future. Visions that i buried underground, returning to the future.

Can we get away this weekend?

What would be nice?
You know what would be nice.
Going on a trip together with friends.
Not just any normal friends.
Friends that are good at something.
Friends that you can depend on.
Friends with benefits.

They help you with shit.
You rub their back, they'll rub your back.
You go through thick and thin, they'll still be there.
Friends that are not just mentally attractive, but
Friends that too, are physically attractive.
Friends that I won't feel shy to have around.
Friends that I won't be embarassed of when I'm out in public.
Friends that I'll be proud to call friends.

I need to go out more.
I need to socialise, I need to do something.
I can't sit here all day.
And complain..

no dictator, no invader can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe then the need for freedom, against that power - governments, tyrants and armies cannot stand. You have learned this once, we shall teach it to you again, though it take a thousand years we will be free