My weekdays saw no sun, and my weekends are desolute perplexities keeping me awake when I desire for a habitual sleep. I have lots of urges that exhibit vagueness over these wasted hours, and on abrupt decisions, on godly hours where I pretend that a rough carress of a skin is a carress nonetheless, I am a bit of a liar. I like to fabricate petty lies to coax a burning flame in the confinements of my ribcage. I am a sadist, a bigot that is unaccepting of perspectives that aren't my own because I am unable to admit what is obvious. In a tinge of red covering the prominent points of my knuckles and in the saliva droplets creating an ocean on the floor, I refuse to accept wholeheartedly, with the stubbornness of a heightened youth that already reached the pinaccle of the inevitable, that a trust once lost in a fit of being greedy is a trust forever gone. before knowing, I think of love as trancedental, now I think love is just an ache I cannot place, a discomfort like jeans too wide or a very sweaty shirt sticking on the cold plains of my back. I blame myself for knowing a secret, a skeleton burried deep, that I wish I hadn't known, I wish I am still a child, unknowing, unhurting, unblameless. Why does a father have another? What does a mother chases after? What does a little brother cry for?
Why do I hear a heart breaking even in the loudness of raindrops roughly kissing the soil? In an anguish of a storm, I can hear voices where everyone is shouting and everyone's voices held a certain pitch that scratches the vacant skin behind my ears, it's too noisy, and I do not want the noise so I can only minimize the volume of my own breathing rhythms to diminish a noise in the heavily flooding world.
I can only do this much despite having a lot of things I could've done. Because it's raining, and I hate the thunders. It reminds me of broken rifts and cracks.
A warchild unfolding the secrets of the universe in a timelapse. Annyeong Haseyo! This author is a dreamer. He goes by the name Cronus and is under the username @cronus.arthfael. He lives in Lake Wood, Philippines, and is a proud Bisaya. He likes to listen to music especially KPOP. Aside from fanboying to his favorite group acts, he also loves to read and Sci-fi and Romance are his favorite genres.
Cronus is an 18 year-old young adult, who writes to not feel trapped in his very own emotions. Before discovering prose-poetry, he fancied writing short stories and other literary forms as a way to ease his boredom during the covid-19 pandemic, and his interest about literature grew from there onwards. He also loves gaming. If given a PC or a phone with bigger storage, who knows, he might even become a pro!
His muse is Wong Kun-hang from the K-POP/C-POP boy group, WayV (Neo-Culture Technology sub-unit). Images from this blog are retrieved from @i_m_hendery on instagram. Lastly, this user likes to have interactions with people whom he shares the same interests with!