Tired #DetailsOf#lifeUnnoticed What does a day hold? What does the month await? How about the year? What does it possess That I work my days for? The nights I watched become An arising dawn, The days I let pass With plans prioritized. So much seconds and minutes I question the existence of, So much unknown time That slipped through the cracks My #life is full of, Only knowing - no - HOPING That the end of "time" Is what I perceive to be And the work and wasted breaths Of purpose-less purpose Could only rely on the hope That time will soon pay it off. Till then, I will gaze at the sun and the moon Bidding its greetings and farewells. I will continue to work For the supposedly better future, For the better future hoped. And I will work on, Still tired as hell.

We Keep On Living #DetailsOf#lifeUnnoticed The world too big, And you too small. Society of the variety You part of a variety, A variety someone already claimed for. And the piercing truth You one day will realize Of how the world Revolves around solely on its core, Not you. What do we strive How do we strive Why do we strive For a purpose unknown? When my purpose, Though thought special, Can be the same as yours? When my purpose Can be an illusion Leading me to a deceived #life. When you don't even know, Let alone given a thought, the reason for the granted #life given, A spirit defining you. But we keep living on Despite the uncertainties And the discriminant ways The world will never change, But the way you view the world can And thus The world "you" live in will There is nothing special To this world that hunts for What the world defines to be the best So you just go on living Finding your own meaning Of what the best actually is

What Awaits At The Top #DetailsOf#lifeUnnoticed Success, As we define, Is what awaits for us At the top of what we climb. Fame, Possessions, Wealth, Marriage, Love, Rights, Identity. Yet Does no one ever realize Although climbing to top Has its value, Has its purpose But reaching the top Only opens a way Down to the bottom.

The Marked One: 30 Chapter 30: Zach Teaton #TheMarkedOne The expression on Zach's face was beyond words. A mixture of surprise, happiness, confusion, and guilt were jumbled up, and he seemed to be lost with words. "Did . . . were . . . um . . . did you clean the house?" he finally finished his sentence. "Who else?" was my response. No words were shared between us after that, and Zach just stood by the door drilling his eyes to the floor. The atmosphere around us felt so heavy that I had a hard time breathing, only allowing me to take quick short breaths. I tried to break the silence but my guts were telling me not to, which left my mouth open with only air coming in an out of it. This moment was like a game of "Who shuts up longer?" 'At least he's not holding a bottle of vodka in his hand,' Dakota suggested, pitying my awkwardness. 'That doesn't help, thank you very much.' I continued to stare at this man for I don't know how long. Dakota did not seem to have taken after her dad, him with a blond hair and brown streaks while hers were dark brown. His eyes were dull blue that lost its light and around his eyes were wrinkles due to aging. I guess Dakota looked more like her mother because no matter how many times I see it, she did not seem like his daughter. At least physically. 'I would have gone punching my own face if I looked like that bastard,' Dakota didn't forget to add. "I'm . . . I'm really sorry, honey," Zach finally said. By this point, I was too delighted by the fact that he spoke to me that I didn't understand the meaning of his apology. "I tried . . . I swear to God I did . . . But . . . but it's not as easy as you think, honey." His voice trailed off. 'Yeah, yeah,' Dakota responded. "I'm sorry you had to be gone so long. I really am. I'm trying. I just wanna let you know that." 'Try he says.' Sarcasm was emphasized in her voice. "Will you please talk to me, baby? Please?" Zach was talking in a more whiny voice than before, causing me to sympathize him. He sounded so genuine and so . . . helpless. I don't know how others saw him, but to me he looked smaller than what I imagined. Not physically, but figuratively. This man has lost control of himself and didn't know how to gain it back. I could see the struggle he was going through and it pained me to see his weary face that lost the brightness it was supposed to have. He desperately needed help but had no one to rely on. The best shot he had was Dakota, who probably didn't even realize this. 'Tell that man to go mind his own business,' Dakota urged me to say. 'But he really is sorry to you, Codi.' She softly chuckled at my words, bitter to its bottom. 'Who does the same thing over an over again if he feels sorry enough? Lady, that bastard doesn't deserve your pity.' 'You don't get him. He just can't help what he's gotten himself into.' 'Oh, so you're saying I shouldn't be pissed at him? Are ya taking his side?' Her anger now turned to me. 'You know what I mean, Codi,' I said as soothingly as possible. 'It's just that I want you to see what he's going through. Just look at him.' 'Lady, I've seen him for the past three years like this!! What else do I have to look at?!? Don't go talking like ya know what the hell's going on between us. Oh, right. I shouldn't be expecting for ya to understand me, can't I? You, who probably got an awful lot of sane people caring for ya.' Her last words dug into my heart. It hurt. But I ignored it and just shut my mouth up. I had nothing else to say that could reach her. In my mind was a girl engraved in her anger towards a man she did not understand. In front of me was a man not knowing what to do with his situation that already spun out of reach. And here I am, amidst both of them, sighing at a trap I voluntarily got into with no idea on where to start.

The Marked One: 29 Chapter 29: A New Encounter #TheMarkedOne With the house now looking like a house, I looked through the details that I couldn't notice before. The living room was not big but not too small either and housed a small navy blue leather couch in one corner. Across from the couch was a television set that looked ancient. I guess no one ever watched any TV in this household. Then walking to the right of the living room was a kitchen separated by a wall and I don't think more than one person at a time could attempt to cook in it. 'No one even cooks anyway,' Dakota added to my thought. I was deliberately thinking in a way so she could listen to what my impressions were. It was keep to her entertained in some way. Finally walking past the kitchen and reaching a hallway with two rooms right across from each other, I turned the knob of the door on the left. When the door opened, I quickly moved my legs to reach the bed I woke up on. I first thought about checking out Zach's room, but Dakota would not stop yelling in my mind about why I shouldn't. I mean, I already went in once when I had to clean the room but I found no time to actually look at it. 'Lady, ya are gonna lose the respect earned from me if ya go in that room over there,' she would say threateningly. 'Let's not make my body have to go through being in his room, will ya?' So, I gave up on the idea and just came to her room instead. The walls were still pastel yellow and the bed was still on the opposite corner of the room from her door. My body felt sore all over and my eyelids could not have felt heavier than they were. So, I let my tired body take control of me and laid myself down on the bed sprawled diagonally so my legs were hanging out. I was deep asleep within seconds and this time, I didn't meet Jackie in my dreams. * * * In a distance, light footsteps began to echo the walls. The sound was very soft that I first thought it was just a part of my dream. However, the sudden picking up of pace made me figure out something was strange about it to be a dream. After a couple of seconds, the door to Dakota's room swung open, hitting the wall with a big 'bang'. Heavily opening my eyes, I turned my face to the direction of the door and saw a man in his early or mid forties standing. Instantly, I felt Dakota's senses sharpening up in recognition. It was Zach Teaton.