A Colourful Life of Colourful People

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

just decided to write something. cos some inspiration came in. some people might know what i'm referring to la.

He went back to the same old place.
As he stepped through the doorway, fond memories filled his entire mind, as quickly as how the echo created by the sole of his leather shoes filled the entire room that was filled with silence. The silence was deafening. so much that it sent a shudder down his spine.

The last scribble on the wall--old and dirty, that filled of their memories, thoughts.. was the same old one. the one written on the twenty third of april.by ri. it did not seem too long ago. but he couldn't get use to the silence of the place. it used to be filled with laughter and warmth. How they all would each take a corner of the room shaped in a pentagon. yes, the six of them. it didn't take much effort for them to shout across the room, since it was so empty their voices could easily echo throughout the entire room.

He took the corner just beside the window, because he loved the sky so much. It was the corner, the corner he laughed, he cried, he scribbled his own thoughts on the white-washed wall. he took the seat on the cold, marble flooring. it felt so familiar, yet so strange to him. familiar because of his fond memories. strange because the place was too quiet. so quiet he actually feared the loneliness.

he took a few steps to the corner on his right. it belonged to Jav. the quietest one. his scribbles were the least. because he had practically everything up in his head. and because he had nothing much to leave behind in that room of theirs, he left first. never to return. but none of them knew if jav did return to read and recollect that small bit of memories he had in there. but in the first place he never knew if jav did have memories--as in, fond memories of that place. jav was known to be one of the most emotional one among the six, but no one could really know what he was thinking of.

then he moved on to the next one. Kar. he never knew kar well enough. they were just considered "good friends" because kar happened to hang out pretty much with the rest of them. and so Kar became what he defined has, his "clique". His handwriting, neat, really neat, but he could never understand. it was filled with so much angst, yet so much hope. and Kar really confused him. He always thought Kar had been the ego freak all along. And so he couldn't stand it so much so that he didn't bother understanding Kar. they'd never get along well anyway.

he moved on to the corner spilled with angst and blue. literally and figuratively. to him blue symbolised melancholy. Keat's favourite colour was blue. He thought keat was his best friend. And he overheard, sometime ago, Keat telling Kar, "Seriously i'm getting a little irritated by him". Immediately he understood it. he never expected that to happen. he thought they could be the best of friends for eternity. but the crude reality had proved him wrong. so much so it stabbed him right through the heart. And so he learnt to stay far away from Keat. He looked into keat eyes with hatred everytime their eyes met. It was coldness. he feared the coldness. but he feared trusting too much and getting hurt once more.

Keat had changed to much he got the shock of his life. he used to be the most innocent one among the six of them, but now Keat, changed so much. The innocence was gone. The eyes. Filled with hatred and hypocrisy. It was so obvious. So he started blaming Kar for causing Keat to change so much. But later on he ceased to care any longer. because they were no longer, what humans call, "friends".

He started wondering whether it was because he chose marine engineering instead of aerospace engineering that caused the split. But then again, Ri, who took marine enginnering with him did not have as much problems as he did. That's who the following corner belonged to.

He read the long, long scribbles by Ri. Ri's handwriting was almost horizontal. but it consist of something very strong, and that was the soul. Ri always seemed so rational and matured and he always seemed so happy and cheerful. Ri's scribbles full of insanity, seldom unhappiness although there was, made a grin spread across his face. thank goodness he still had Ri. at least for now.

He came to the last corner. the one nearest to the doorway. it belonged to Val. His scribbles were all short. Yet highly amusing and full of sarcasm. He missed the days Val and him would stay behind in the lecture theatre to study. How they munched on the chocolates, how they laughed till tears streamed, how insane they were.

He returned to the corner of the room, where they would lie down in a circle and talk about what happened in the day, share their feelings, where they cried, where they brought comfort for one another, where they would laugh and joke together. but now that was all on that platform was just but a thick layer of dust.

He pushed open the heavy, wooden door of the room and stepped out of it. Fresh air, he swore never to return, never to angst about the past friendship they had, never to cry for it again. Then, he threw the bronze coloured key--the key to the room, into the well right outside the room. He looked into his own reflections, in search of himself. But all he could see was the tear drop joining the rest of the water. He wiped his face with the back of his jumper and walked off in long strides. He would never ever return. he swore. he had decided to let go of the past and move on. alone. since he could not find anyone to walk along with him anymore. he will just wait to meet someone along the way and the whole story would repeat itself again. just that he wouldn't cry any longer. because he had grown numb within. so cold he didn't care anymore. life or death. it didn't matter any longer to him.

With his icy, cold, eyes, he stared at the dead end in front of him. Stepping on the accelerator with all his might, he ceased to exist....

I had a real good time @ 8:20 PM
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