The Silence of My Voice

Amarillo todas las! Yes, the year's about to end. Yet again. Nothing new. There are always things you wish you'd done or hadn't. Things you regret doing, things you cherish. This year's been more of a regretting list, but by the time half the year passed, I reckoned that maybe, just MAYBE I've been looking in all the wrong places for affection and care. A few amends? Of course! What would it hurt, right? NEVER. Never ever spill your heart out to people who don't trust you. Sounds silly, eh? Not in the least. Tell them whatever you want, they'll never believe you. It's better to talk to people you don't trust. You'll eventually end up doing just the contrary in time. STOP INGESTING SO MUCH OF CAFFEINE.  OKAY! That's not possible for me. So let's move ahead, companèro?  Write more. Read more. Click more. Sleep more. Talk more. Eat more. (Bah! Who am I kidding? I'll explode if I eat anymore. :/) Throw some people out my life. Whi...

You can read the previous parts  here . Just scroll down for parts I-V. "Tch tch. That's not how you talk, querida ." "Stop calling me that. I'm not your anything!", her patience on edge, she yelled at him. "Really? But this paper says otherwise." he projected to her his same predatory smile. One she was scared of. "What is that?", she demanded "Why, it's our marriage certificate, cero ." * "No! Why have you brought me here? You can't do this to me. No. No, dammit! I won't be your toy!" He smiled, and held her angry chin up, "Yes, you will.", and he kissed her.  April, before she could refrain from what was to take place, his mouth was already crashing down on hers. And all hell broke loose. The walls she'd surrounded herself with all her life, broke down. Her senses, her brains, her thinking power - dammit, her bloody basic power all stood numb in front of his kiss. His...

Amarillo todas las..!!!!!!!! ¿Qué está cocinando? Yet another part of  Ruhani's   Mindblowing May.     Don't aloof me as of yet I'm somewhere I elude the trajectory of epoch I'm now as consistent as you were When these enervated hands were pungently stalwart Supposing it to be around thirty years outmoded When I seized the first floret of the tree I planted And spring turned out to be domineering to the rest But listen, I need a hand to grasp  The realization of still being alive Is the last doze my physician couldn't offer Don't go as of now, Is it too much to ask for? Your once soft palpable exterior  Doesn't let my perished coat stand the fortune of divergence Your playful eyes emoted much more Than ever can my archaic sense  My frailing voice would be the last thing You'd wish to be attentive to but wait, you've your mother's patience How else do you conjure up your co-existence with me? I'm living to see you ...