This tangled dwelling mess called LIFE

Sher A Tria is a painter, musician, frustrated singer, and gullible dancer. She can play any sports except for those that require the presence of agua. When asked what life is, she said,

"Sometimes life could just put me down the drain eh. She could just say that I should give up...that I can't do things and sometimes, she would just rub that into my face. There's one thing i want to say to LIFE, WATCH ME!''

Ana Cey G loves writing ever since 4th Grade. She consider words as her solace especially when she is reminded of her inability to play any sports. Music for her is her candy and medicine all at the same time. When asked what life is, she said,

''Well let's just say life became my frenemy and up to this moment, I've been playing her games. And yeah LIFE I'm telling you this, IM NOT QUITING! Not for YOU but for myself!!''

To summarize, Shea can be idiotic and autistic sometimes but watch... they will surprise you ;)

March 29, 2010 7:19 am

There’s No Place Like My Shell

Oh the heat inside, crumpling you beneath all inhibitions

A tap or two on the barricade, it couldn’t be broken

Slowly, fog crept through the slit, your lungs filled with what we call the unfamiliar

You breathe in the unknown, waiting to be acknowledged

Slowly, the wrapper where you once belonged began to crack… crack-crack-crack

You closed your eyes, thinking you are not ready for what is about to unfold

Light enveloped you and erased all darkness, real life sinked in

Gently placing your foot to the unfamiliar, with fingers touching the cracks

You set your eyes on the new delights awaiting… you began to sway a little, but it felt good

You realize you’re now standing, with the rays of the sun embracing you

After a millisecond of hesitation, you began to test your feet, numb and excited

You are out there, then you’ll grasp, there’s nothing much to see

So instead you let yourself hear some music, dance music tumptumptump

You’ll wander, searching for the ephemeral happiness that life has to offer

And once you find it, you dance for your life, for the freedom, for the new sensation after that crack

Then you’ll be tired, and you’ll decide to go back to the haven of certainty, the place where you started, your shell.

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