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It was a silent sort of night, dark and uninhabitable. She felt the black creep up into her veins–veins that were screaming for impending Doom to halt, but why would it listen to the piteous, skinny components of such an inferior creature? The unwelcome gloom seeped into her bloodstream, infecting her happy hormone secreting glands, turning them into oblivious vestigial organs that merely squatted in the cage she called a body.

Infested with parasites as she was, she could not maneuver much but her mind. Her mind. Firing off electrical pulses that tried, burst, and fried. They too could not function very well anymore after all.

So there she sat, sequestered in the melancholy dark, being consumed slowly by her own self. There was no one else. Or at least, she could not see them. Or their hospitable hands.

She remained stuck and still. Still here. Still there, in the silent sort of night.



The rough hand is all I see,
with my hard heart too heavy.

Encaged in sad dreams,
I can’t understand what this means.
I don’t know what’s real,
I’m unsure how to feel.

Perfectly planned,
moving across this whitewashed land.

Lullabies it filled my head with,
tortured as hands moved to sad fifth.
Sweet melodies entangled
pure insanities all mangled.

Black flats move along the line
the leaping strands so very fine.

The menacing finger,
on one mad note it lingers.
Dark undertones in the sweet drifting notes
like hazy smoke under blue sky’s hope.

He plunges into a world of unknowing families,
where evil equals death with no tranquility.
As the music flows miserably,
they scream out in agony.

The high pitched voices of many touch my skin.
Deep and divine like a devious sin,
Their touch like fire,
their need is so dire.

A crowd gathers around
to hear his melancholy sound.

I watch his fingers go here and there,
he watches me with great despair.

A glint in his eyes grows as big as the skies.
And all the while, I search for a demise.

He’s reaching the climax and the keys ring loud
his face turns proud as a crowd gathers ‘round.

His fingers pound as the survivors are found
and shot to the ground.
The sound of their bodies falling
is all too appalling.

Abruptly he stops and sets his finger down on a sharp
now playing it like a fragile harp.

The crashes and clashes die away
the reconciliation is not far today.
Springs are sounding as the creator plays,
sprawling the angels around the sun’s rays.

His new gentle melody
causes fear in me.

His major chords
are not anymore bored.

The light is coming,
but the music is not dying.
It is only changing
and all notes are mingling.

He strokes keys swiftly
and not one is lonely.

The tone no longer dark,
the pitch no longer stark,

He rests on the last notes
and together they all float.

I turn my back.

I sneak a look behind my shoulder
to see him starting yet another.

With the sweet song sitting behind me,
I walk slowly, singing sadly to my own story.

Really, this time

I said I’d tell you soon in my last post, and I’m staying true to my promise here as I’ve finally finished the basic customization of this blog (I’m really nitpick-ey when it comes to even the most basic details of something I’m just starting up).

So what is this new blog in the sea of blogs all about?

As my tagline says: “Adventures, alliteration, and angst.”

It is about my life and student life. It is about my adventures and academics. It is about gaining knowledge, and it is about improvement. Sometimes, it’s just about enjoyment and fun. Other times, it’s about some not-so-great feelings. It is about reciprocals. Life is full of those: What goes around comes around, whether that be good or bad. Life is also as confusing as what I just said may have been to you.

In a less poetic way, this blog is for my personal experiences, but also for you. I write because I love to write, so part of this is for my own enjoyment, but I hope that my writing also has an impact on you, the reader. I feel like writing should always serve a purpose to the world in some way or another, so I strive to make some sort of difference with my writing. I don’t know if that difference will start here, but I hope it does. If it doesn’t, then well, it’s good practice for the future.

Adventures. I hope to share my adventures as I listen to yours. I aim for my adventures, however unexciting they may be, to teach you something or give you some insight into your life… or at least a good story. However, I don’t want to make your expectations too high–sometimes, the posts may just be my random, rolling monologue.

Academics (part of Adventures). I will also most definitely share my experiences with academics–a big part of my life–so that you young students and forever-scholars can maybe avoid the mistakes I’ve made. As one of my teachers has said about me: I know how to play the game of school. Scholarly ambition and achievement have always been a big part of who I am.

Alliteration. What I really mean by this is poetry, stories, and other random writing. This is a space to share my writing, and maybe even build a community of writers and readers. I would like to get my writing out there for enjoyment but also to improve and get feedback. I love writing.

Angst. Well, you know.

Over time, I’ll probably also write about my other interests like public health and other science-ey things, news, opinions, games, etc, but that’s in the future. Who knows where this blog will go from here. I certainly don’t right now.

Okay… So to stop talking circles around you, the main point is: This somewhat ambitious blog is about adventures, academics, alliteration, all of you, and inevitably, me (and my angst).

Honestly, this will probably evolve over time, and I will be too lazy to update this. Hopefully, you stay with me and just see what happens with my blog. Thank you for being here!