I was lost, lost in the green pools of ocean. The long dark green strokes spreading from the pupils with those minute and intricate yellow freckles adorned his eyes like a rare gem. I could get lost in them, I could get lost in the green maze and never find my way out. Those eyes were still like a statue, staring at my soul through my eyes.  His long yet not so dense eyelashes blinked once which was enough to break his hypnotizing effect on me.  My eyes focused on the surroundings and realization hit me like a lightning bolt. I was totally squished against Mr. Dimitri's chest with his arms bound around me. Our chests were against each other, breathing in the same quiet rhythm with our faces only inches apart. His warm breath was fanning my, now heated, face while his eyes were on my red-tinted cheeks. In a flash of a second, I pushed myself away from him and averted my gaze to my wet boots. I tucked a strand of my raven hair behind my ear when I hea

Rose is redMy love is too. Red like your cheeksWhen you blush,when I stare at you. You don't know thoughWho I am. A lover,A stalker,An admirer. But I'll forever stay yoursAnd you'll&

It was raining, again. The cold, strong and innocent drops of calmness fell from the sky, splattering on the windowpane in my room. It was strange, how the moon was able to shine through the angry clouds. A distant clapping of thunder rattled the windows while I cowered in the thick covers. The rain didn't show any sign of stopping its shower, nor did my tears. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes clear, those traitorous tears leaked down my cheeks and drenched my pillow in my misery. Sad, didn't even cover what I was feeling. Maybe I was hurt? Lonely? Hopeless? Maybe I was all three of them, but all I felt was the pain. Liza was still angry with me. She denied coming downstairs and have dinner with me. The only sign of her presence I felt was when I heard her going downstairs in the kitchen and the clatter of pots and pans as she made dinner. Giving her some space, I stayed up in my room, locked and lonely. Was I sad? Is this what they call dep

 I don't know how it feels to have a family who loved you dearly, cared for you, and supported you through your hard times. I don't know how it felt to lose one's parents in the blink of an eye and be orphaned for the rest of their life. Liza did.  It is strange how you come to understand the value of things only when it is snatched away from you. It is cruel, but maybe it was always the same. I admire Liza and how strong she is, but sometimes her strength falters, and she crumbles down. Maybe she is not strong but insecure to let her true feelings out. She has her fears and to cover them up she puts on the mask of strength. I think this is a defensive mechanism, one that I have mastered in the long term of events. Instead of strength, I chose isolation.  Isolation from everyone except Liza. The fumes of heat rose from the coffee mug in my hands. I looked up at Liza as she finished reading the letter she received from her grandfather. Well, it

I stared at the neat strokes of green which shined in the faint light emitted from the TV in front of me. I am supposed to be scared of the Evil Dead playing on the screen, but I am too occupied in the deep shade of mesmerizing colour blinding me in an impenetrable spell. It shined with a new vigor as I let myself drift into the long-ago yet not forgotten memories. The screams and shouts slowly faded into the background as my vision blurred at the recollection of the heart-aching past. I clutched the blanket with all my might, trying to stop the erratic beating of my heart. I remember the first time I saw green. It is not one of those neon-ish colours which stings your eyes, nor is it too dull to make you feel depressed. I don't know what others feel when they see it, but the warm feeling I get is because of more than the colour itself. It holds some cherished moments which makes we want to go back to the time when I didn't know what depression meant when I didn't know how t