Voices In My Head.

AUTOR’S NOTE: This might be my last post for a while, because I’ve got super exams coming up in a month. And what better way than bidding adieu than some sassy talking to your own self? But it’s okay, darlings. Sometimes, you’ve got to be your own Christmas Tree. Enjoy 🙂 


 

“So you think I could get past the 90+ mark?”

Uh, love, I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’re no genius in Math. And the long dead scientists are probably crying in their graves because they have to go through the horror of their deaths all over again, at your tiny hands and the way they massacre equations, laws, you know, the works.

“But, people say that I am not half bad at English. In fact, they do appreciate my writing skills. Isn’t that something?”

Alright, I could agree that you’re fairly good at English. But what about those who are excellent and who, unlike your Highness, don’t have to wait around for months to have originality and creativity knocking at their brains and FINALLY write a piece that is decent enough to be remembered?

“Ouch. That hurt.”

I know it did, sweetheart, but you know how they say it- the truth isn’t the truth till it knocks the wind out of you. The sooner you accept that you’re no J.K Rowling, the better it’ll be for the both of us.

“You’re right.”

When aren’t I?

“When you imply that I have the potential to amount to nothing. Or when you mark every low point of mine as a failure. Sure, I am no J. K Rowling. But have you heard of a Kimaya Ingale?”

Yes, I have. Out of obligation rather than out of admiration, mind you, darling.

“Okay, what would it take for me to get you to shut up?”

Are we on a mission to list out all the things you cannot do? Because this list would take a long time, it would.

“Or it wouldn’t if you would just spare me all the back-answering.”

Okay. I’ll say it loud and clear- BELIEVING IN Y O U R S E L F. When no one else does it. Not needing others’ words to get you back up and brushing off the dust.
And why should you need others words when you’re supposed to be “good” at this? Aren’t you “good enough” for yourself? Don’t answer that. Of course, you aren’t, love, and that’s why you need me.

“I am better, actually. And now that I know what it is that I need you to keep you quiet, we might as well say our goodbyes now.”

*Laughter* What, you are going to start believing in yourself now so you could cut me off? Right. Let’s see you try.

“Oh, darling, but I guess, I just did. From now, till eternity.”

-Kimaya Ingale.

 

 

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Interstellar. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey, I have missed you guys. A lot. Some important exams of mine, that I’ve been preparing for this past year, are less than two months away. Agh. And sometimes, when I’m supposed to study, I write cheesy song lyrics. But because I can’t sing, they remain poetry. I don’t know, I want you all to read them as song lyrics, to your own tune if you can manage it and let me know how you like it. Now, if only I could play guitar and sing like Taylor. 


Interstellar.

There’s something
In the way,
You look at me, baby

Even when you know,
It’s time to let go.

But, baby, I need you to stay,
I need you to listen,

Chorus:

Listen to the universe conspiring
Against us,
It’s angry, planets collide,
Galaxies burst,

Baby, you should stay,
‘Cause we’re better
Something interstellar.

There’s something in the way,
You hold my hand,
Like you know it’s the last day

Even though, you know
You promised to never let go.

But baby, I need you to stay,
I need you to listen,

Chorus:

Listen to the way the stars war,
When we’re together, just
To burn brighter than us

Listen to the universe conspiring
Against us,
It’s angry, planets collide,
Galaxies burst,

Baby, you should stay,
‘Cause we’re better than
Something interstellar.

Oh baby,
There’s something in the way,
I ask you to stay,
And you look like you may..

Chorus:

Listen to the universe conspiring
Against us,
It’s angry, planets collide,
Galaxies burst,

Baby, you should stay,
‘Cause we’re better than
Something interstellar.

You and I, interstellar.

-Kimaya Ingale.


In The End, We’ll Find Our Forever.

Dear me, 

                Uh-huh, I know you’re beat. Beat from caring a lot and doing everything you can to make others happy, but always failing. Tired from over-thinking and finding no solution. You feel tired again and frustrated, because you know you’re smarter than that and you always find a way in the end. But there’s no secret tunnel you found this time. The cave seems shut. No way for you to break through and you are so, SO scared to spend the rest of your time in this dark place. With probable Aragog-like spiders waiting just behind you to chop your head off. 

           I’ll be your ray of light, then. And you can actually count on me to stay. You won’t have no choice to doubt me, because you know you need this, this bleak ray of hope and the more you believe in it, you believe in me.

        The issue this time around is broken promises of “forevers” and “always(s)”, yes? 

       Brush them off, baby girl. As soon as they come, brush them off and never believe. 

      Because “forevers” don’t exist. Because “forevers” are entirely messed up things, that begin when you finally end.

      Remember, in the end, you’re only good enough for Death to keep you forever. 

      Till then, give the earthlings a piece of your pie, but take a good amount in return, because girl, you’re fine. 

      I’ll leave now, but just when you need another quick pick-me-up, I’ll be there. It’s a done deal, I swear. 
                                              Love, A Stronger You.