Истории Wastedtime

Time is passing by so quickly lets savor it

This is a series about the lies we were told as kids and some as adults. (not conspiracies) the first entry is about how childhood was forced out because those who try to stay there too long are seen as broken needing mental help. This might have multiple parts and there could be fun ones.

Our mind has limits, love too.

Poem about our society

Welk, character development happened with my characters, can't say the same for me...

Prologue I love you. You love her. I gave you everything. You gave me nothing. I gave you my time. And you just gave me a wasted time. Do I need to settle for an illusion? Or to wake up from my imagination and come out of my comfort zone? -Desteen Sakura V. Conde WASTED TIME Genre: Love, sacrifices, trials. Written by: @blackeffortdj

It's about how a girl felt choked and suffocated after being in a state of mutual understanding with a boy she supposebly "loved". She expresses it out by looking at her own self and makes it to a story along with telling the person she "loved" with her own words. She realizes that her precious love was being wasted because she loved the wrong person, not knowing his real side. She loved the boy because of his good attitude until she discovered that he has another side of him and she felt pushed away because of his jealousy. The boy will express how sorry he feels towards the girl and why he pushed her away. PS:There's a bit of Tagalog and Visaya in the story.

words forming poems. fabricated feelings. stack paragraphs of familiar subjects. tip of my pen that releases ink to write those unwritten words. to wrap up the works. the tapping sound of my device that creates the words I have in mind. in too deep with my thoughts. to speak without hearing a sound. cries to silent screams. whispers like the wind blows by hair. the pain behind the smile. seeing the rainbow after the storm. i write. just write.

It would be great to be able to pass on to someone all of the successes, the failures, and the knowledge that one has had. To help someone, avoid all the fire, pain and anxiety would be wonderful.

My life is gone now.

late night