my weirdness

   My cousin asked me awhile ago about the name of my blog. She asked why’d i named it ‘whispers of midnight’. I told her that I named it that way because around that time, I’m still wide awake and thinking all sorts of things. Let me share my weirdness to you.

   Ever since in high school it was hard for me to sleep early even though I need to wake up early(6am). So around midnight I started contemplating about my life or whatever I can think of. I used that time to make poems for my first crush, or letters to my friends. By the time I had my first girlfriend, we usually talk until wee hours if the night. After we broke up I found myself writing poems(again) around midnight(again). You know? The whole break-up thingy? Like crying and sleepless nights and that kind of stuff. Well for me, I found solace in writing. All the things that I wanted to say but can’t say loudly i put on paper. Accompanied by music, it can make my sadness or stress be momentarily disappear. Actually, I started this blog just for that sole reason, to have an outlet where I can post all the things I think about. So all the poems you read in my page are poems I wrote around midnight. Gradually i became a lover of words, from lyrics of a song to books to lines of movies now to other’s blog. I constantly crave for words to fill me, inspire me, make me laugh, make me cry, make me think, make me smile, make me sing or to talk to me and letting me know that they know what I’m going through and will still go through. So I thought maybe there are others like me out there, someone looking for someone or something that can ‘connect’ to them and make them feel they are not alone. That is why I i continue to post, to tell them that “hey, I may not know you but I can relate to you”. Some of you may think I’m weird, creepy or awesome(lol), but that’s just me. This time all my poems are sad because I am sad right now. Hopefully after some time the posts would be happy and cheerful. Sadness will always be there, I learned firsthand, but you have a choice of either dwelling on it or learning from it.

   To those who will eventually read this or my blog(s), I hope that a small piece of me will be instilled in you. Or at least you have been entertained even for second. You might not now me personally but through my posts, you will at least get to know a part of my being. So if you are planning to post something, know that people will eventually read it so make it as genuine as possible 🙂

   I am weird. I am a word lover. I am me ^^

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~ by lordouch on August 6, 2012.

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