Today’s prompt: free

Please tell me,
How much longer,
I should endure,
For me to suffer,
Still looking for salvation,
But does being free is an option?
Today’s prompt: free

Please tell me,
How much longer,
I should endure,
For me to suffer,
Still looking for salvation,
But does being free is an option?
Today’s prompt: access

It’s the only way,
It’s the only key,
The access to my heart,
Then you let it bleed,
And the key is lost,
Leaving all inside,
Empty and hollowed,
Nothing is left for me.

I went out today,
Tracing the past,
Filled with muse,
And simple joy,
The long walks,
The hours of wait,
The food and drinks,
And the people,
I was alone,
But a part of the world.
Today’s prompt: minute

It would be the pain,
Again and again,
Leaving me in coldness,
Driving me insane,
The wound never heal,
The cure is never real,
No matter how far I’ve walked,
The haunting never stop,
I’m just a minute way,
I don’t want to stay,
As the midnight chimed,
This is my last time.

Hi.
I hope you are doing well and I wish you all the best to go through any difficulties in your life. I recently watched The Haunting of Hill House, a Netflix horror series. I am not a fan of horror. When I saw the trailers years ago, I couldn’t really brace myself to watch it.
However, after I’ve watched You season three, I need to fill that void of watching Victoria Pedretti. It’s just this strong admiration to see her bringing these characters to life. If you missed my thoughts about You season three, you can find the link here.
So, I decided to watch the series and I’m pretty much beaten and drained. As usual, I’m not going to talk about how good or bad the series is, this is not a review. It’s just a way for me to share my thoughts on certain aspects of it. If you haven’t watch it, there might be spoilers. So, read on with cautions. You are warned.
It’s sad. Just sad.
If not for all the jump scares, I might forget about it being a horror series. Throughout the series, I am mostly weeping, thinking, and sadness filling my chest. It’s unthinkable how traumatic experiences would affect people growing up. I can’t help to be able to relate. The show highlighted it really well.
Adding it up the sadness, the characters are misunderstood, denied of their feeling, and struggling with their own problems. Sometimes, it is more than what we can handle alone, we need supports. It reminded me of my own fragility, as a human. Throughout each episodes, the conflicts of the characters slowly creeps into my mind.
Family institution.
I’m having critical thoughts when it comes to family. We are not perfect and have flaws but that shouldn’t be the reason to not try. To have a family is like building a house, foundation, pillars, walls, and roof. The bare minimum and basic properties. Then, the electricity, water, and gas. Followed by the paint, wallpapers, decorations, and furniture. Everything build by time. Slowly, improved. Renovations.
If we really love the house, we would try to work on it. Until a time that we know well, when to leave. The parent tried so hard to build a strong foundation for their kids. However, due to the circumstances, the kids grew up and go on their separate ways. The bond and connection changed and things didn’t get better until it was too late.
This post have been in my draft for weeks now. I’ve watched Bly during that time. However, I’m not really keen on writing about it because, I don’t have anything that I want to highlight.
Have you watched this series?

I wrote something today,
It was dramatic and funny,
But thanks to this forsaken place,
It was never saved,
And lost forever.
Today’s prompt: broadcast

It’s just feels,
It’s just thoughts,
It’s just all the scary things,
I couldn’t help to settle,
And I don’t want to be only one,
I’d broadcast it here,
With each and every one of you,
If you are willing.

Let me take this out,
The thoughts deep inside,
Haunting me again,
Every day and night,
I want to get through,
Breeze on my face too,
To feel things lighter,
Just to feel better,
Let me ease myself,
Or whatever left.
Today’s prompt: express

I saw her face,
With a hint of disappointment,
And her round eyes,
Piercing right through mine,
Followed by the absence,
The dreadful silence,
A portrait of expression,
Before our path, forever diverged.
Today’s prompt: His reflection was not his own.

I remembered someone,
A child that always cheerful,
A teenager with creative mind,
And an adult knows to love,
Yet, the wall grew taller,
Uninviting and barren,
Like a soul trapped,
And the reflection was not mine.