soleil;

Once there was a girl who seemed to live peacefully with her friends and family.

The morning sun can’t compete with the everyday happiness surrounding the presence of this girl. 

She feels like she already have everything she could ask for. 

The people around her can’t help but absorb the cheerfulness and joy that radiates off of her. 

Until she started to grow up. 

 The girl gained experiences. 

Experiences, that somehow etched its way towards her mind and heart. 

“They are the best teachers” they say.

 And just like the trickery of life where everything changes within the snap of someone’s mighty hands 

The storm came. 

 “When it rains, it pours” they say. 

The sun who makes the day bright and fun slowly hides from the dark haunting clouds that the time has brought. 

That no matter how strong her light is, it still can’t block the darkness that is yet to come. 

The days passed.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... 

The girl, forgot her umbrella. 

Raindrops fell sharply against her skin as if they were claws trying to make its way to the ball of happiness she’s trying to protect inside of her. 

Then all of a sudden, she was soaked. 

 But the storm continued... and continued. 

Once there was a girl who once radiated happiness. But that was before the storm, for she now radiates nothing but sorrow. 

I heaved a deep breath as I took long strides to cross the crowded hallway. Ignoring the whispers and snickers that I hear side by side. No matter how much I tried fighting it to not affect me, it still did. 

Yes, it did.

It did, to the point that I, sometimes, feel nothing at all.

"Am I still alive?" I once asked myself

. The fact that I am not the only one in this whole cruel world, who experiences such kind of thing, doesn’t make me feel at ease. Instead, it sends my stomach to a sickening frenzy.

here is a poem i made inspired by jonaxx’s wattpad story ‘Baka Sakali’, i am listening to the song Chasing Cars by snow patrol for almost a thousand times already since i re-read the story for the third time, it gave me the same feels over and over again and their story made a mark in my heart, i’m just starting to write so bare with the way i write hope you like this, also take time to read the story if you want to i’m open for your comments, jonaxxstorieslovers there, hi! :)