ARIANNE MAY BALAOING
I am a simple lass who lives in her own Neverland.
Kid-at-heart and happy-go-lucky,
nice,
and
quite optimistic.
I keep a box of secret wild dreams and deep hidden sentiments.
...(more.)
born on the 14th of September, 1992.
eldest, with two siblings.
STPS(Saint Therese Private School) student class of 2005
batang Mandsci class of 2009.
UPManila PH22 student, class of 2013.
i don't have any other stuff to put here.
pops my balloon
+creepy crawlies.
+flying bugs.
+syringes.
+surgery-related stuff.
+surgery.
+physical injuries
+marshmallows.
+sourcream-flavored food.
+stubborn people.
+people who call me ms.mandsci in public. >:P
dear santa
+peace and lots of love for the world.
+a bright future for everyone.
+end poverty.
+grace of understanding and wisdom.
+safety.
talk to moi
Shoot Curiosity
blasting into space
rewind-check 'em out
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Plethora of Profound Thoughts
I believe in magic, in fairytales and frog princes, in happy endings and towering fortresses, in villains and princesses.
The sky showed a riot of various colors as the sun began to set. The striking hues of romantic crimson and lovely purple made me feel alive.
I sat by the window and waited for the sky to turn into smooth velvet black. I waited for the stars to come out to heed my wish, to ask them how they’ve been doing up there in the celestial ceiling. I waited, long, for him to show up.
Every night, I would wish on all the stars for a glimpse of his face- even just his shadow would do. I would look up on the same black sky and make a wish. And I would wait for that wish to come true till all the stars fall down on me.
Every night, I would leave the window open and wait for a sound of a man-no, a boy- stumbling down on it. I would wait for his shadow to fly into the open window and cast his black silhouette against the pale moon. I would wait for him to fly to my bed, lean on my face and sweetly kiss my forehead.
Every night, I would wait for hours until I fall fast asleep. I would wait for the dawn to break. I would wait for another day, another sunrise, telling me there’s still another night left to make me wonder when he’s going to come back.
I believe in the power of my faith, and I would hold on to it whatever it takes.
I would always leave my windows open and welcome him into my arms. I would lovingly help him in and sew his shadow back to his feet. I would give him a thimble- a kiss for him to hold close.
I would let him play with the wind with all his might. Then I would tease him till he gives up. He’d come in and catch me and we’ll talk about our dreams and fantasies while lying on my bed. We would toss and turn around the room and play till daybreak, till we get tired and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Every night, I would bring my blanket with me by the window and look for the second star to the right. I would look for a soaring figure of a man- no, a boy- in his tights and fluffy hat. I would look for a man-no, a boy- who would toy with the clouds. I would look for him everywhere in the sky, amongst the stars.
Every night, I would wait for him to come back to me, hold me like he would never give me the chance to let go. I would wait for the moment when he’d seize my hair and play with its strands like a child- like the child he’s always been.
Every night, I would search for answers by tracing them in the stars, and then I would surrender helplessly to the bitter wave of anxieties. I would wonder if the pirates have caught him and had tied him down by the edge of the platform, blindfolded. I would wonder if he had escaped with great speed and agility, and once again, had defeated the cruel captain.
Every night, I would wonder if he's staring back at me from Neverland, waving at me, or perhaps, winking, or blowing me a kiss and some wishes of love. I would wonder if he's looking at the same stars wishing for the same thing.
A little bit of pixie dust is all I need to get to him.
Every night, I would wish I could fly and soar the skies with him. I would wish for the nights to be longer, days shorter. I would wish for time to shorten its span for in every night, and in every waking hour, I would miss him more.
Every night, I would dream of him. And in my dream we are together, with all the bitterness of waiting gone, with the lost boys and untold secrets of the mysterious island, with the mermaids, and with the fairies. In my dream, we are in bliss and euphoria, chasing the pirates, swimming with fishes, flying with the birds and waking up beside each other under the canopy of trees and a blanket of leaves beneath our feet.
I would wake up every morning, crying and laughing. I would find myself hugging my pillow and start to cry. I would press my palms against my face trying to stop, because I know, he would not like it if he sees me crying.
I would wake up every morning to the sound of my crying baby, wailing loudly longing for her mother’s touch. I would look around and see my husband beside me, awake and staring at me with his cold hands lying silently on my body.
I would wake up every morning with my eyes hurt by the radiant sun. Vibrant light peeps through my half-opened windows saying it’s time to get up and prepare breakfast, prepare for a new day.
Where are you? I thought you’d come for me and take me beyond the universe? I thought you live not only in my dreams. I thought you’d fly in through my window and ask me to dance with you in the clouds. I thought you’d whisper again those sweet words that would tickle my ears like pixie dust being sprinkled to my skin. I thought it’d forever be us.
Every night, I would look for the sweet aged wine in the cupboard and drink a glass or two heartily. Hoping it would warm my heart and make me feel once again the juvenile spirit that once empowered me to fly.
I would forever wait for the time that I’d see him again. Whatever happens- even if it takes forever, even if I see him never, even if waiting means an eternal ocean of uncertainty, even if the pain of longing would never cease to exist.
-WendyLabels: blahblahblah, crap, dream, peterpan
ianne ended @ 7:39:00 PM
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