Honey Monroe, My Love.

The dose of sanity I've been taking is boring me out. I have been too normal these days and I can't take it anymore. I know awesome people don't need companionship to be awesome, but I'm not going to lie that life hasn't been the funnest without my friend(s). Everybody has got their own schedule and things, even those who calls me best friend, would come to me when they need someone, not when I need them. Those are terrible thoughts, especially when I have never thought of them that way, and was always so willing to try to help. But when everyone grows up, this little part of life called nature just forces you to, as well. I'm not going to grow up as fast, that's just something I chose on my own. I'll prolong my teenage as far as I could, as I would.

That dark story aside, what I meant by me being slightly normal of course also include laughing like a maniac at two in the morning while watching Robert Downey Jr. on Due Date. Genius. I shall also share my current favorite cookie,

I'm sorry for my hobo-class-time look. That's how I look most days at the campus, and some days, believe it or not, I look worse. They're the Quaker Oats cookies and m favorite is the Apple Cinnamon cookie. They taste like paradise, and I need a vacation most days ;)

Anyways, that's enough of the terrible long weekend I'll most likely be spending in front of the screen with my guitar, HoMo, (stands for Honey Monroe, no, I'm not a homophobe, in fact, I love HoMo.)

That awkward confession thing being said, I need to leave it to that.

Have a lovely long-weekend.

xx, nessie.

The 22nd

I went and get myself this album a week ago,

I love FUN., not just because they're basically the best band today, but also because their music makes me feel things. Not a lot of song does that to me. I love this album, absolutely amazing.

How do you spend the 22nd day of every month, if you're a die-hard Starbucks fan or a cheap-ass college student who enjoys coffee like me, I'd expect to see you with your Tumbler waiting in line for a 50% discount on all beverages. HAHA.

xx, nessie

The Silence

Emptiness please look away,

I need a time alone,

To mend this broken heart,

That's shattered in Silence.

The silence of the trumpet,

When there's nothing to celebrate.

The silence of the glass,

Just before the floor is trashed.

The silence of the lights,

Out there in a big city crash.

The silence of the powerful,

Trade some souls in turn for cash.

The silence of some who talk, not speak,

The silence of the empty hands,

The silence of the armless soldiers,

The silence of the legless kids.

Their tears have gone dry,

Their words aren't to be heard.

While some sit on a throne in sympathy, 

Look at the mirror and taste the silence.

© Nasreen A Judge 2013. 

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