Snapshots 10: Untitled.

Tonight,
I go to sleep.
And I secretly wish,
that I die, and never wake up.

Because I can't take this shit anymore,
To live this charade and put on fake smiles,
And pretend to be alive,
When secretly,
A part of me died long ago.

All I'm waiting is for this body to follow.

- e.s.

Snapshots 9: A Quote

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“The world is too big for love to be real. There are too many people in the world to ever know, beyond everything, that you are with the right person. That your heart is as swollen as it can be. Think of all the people in China. It is unlikely anyone will ever meet all of them.

 

How can we know for certain, that trapped inside a foreign language and thumping in a foreign heart there isn’t a love that is meant for us. The infinite possibility of existence, its limitless potential, is the proof that we need that love is nothing more than an imagination, a human folly, friendship swollen with self-importance, a final retreat from the storm of possibility.

 

The love of our life could so easily have been someone else. It is random and accidental, haphazard and unsystematic. That which we feel for one person, clinging on to the delusion of destiny, could so easily be felt for a million people should the timing and the meetings and the mutual readiness have coalesced at some other time in some other place. Should someone else have accepted us or rejected us then everything would have been different.

 

And once we know this, we know that all love is a lie. Not honesty but deception. Not heroism but cowardice. An unspoken agreement of mutual consolidation and compromise, a shield from possibility and a bed in which to sleep, nothing more than that.

 

But I do still miss her.”

- Daniel Kitson

Snapshots 8: Berhenti Berharap

Why wait? Why wait, indeed.

Random

I'm wondering where you are;
And I wish you well.
But why aren't we still talking?

Snapshots 7: Sunset

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Snapshots 6: Sunday

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I see us
Cuddling in bed
Not wanting to get up

"It's a Sunday!", you say
"Let's cuddle a little bit longer"

I smile

Our bed faces the balcony
A ray of sunlight shines through
Touching our feet
Making them warm

Our cat, Zebra, sleeps soundly at the edge of our bed

"I'm hungry"

"Me too", you reply, kissing my forehead

"Pancakes?"

"Mmhmm."

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- Rasyiqah Anuar

Snapshots 5: Malam, Bulan dan Bintang

 

- m.e.s

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Snapshots 4: Rindu

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Rindu, tapi tak berniat untuk mengganggu.
Maka, aku layan sahaja pedih di hulu hati.
Tetap berharap kau tersenyum di sana.
Di sini, aku sentiasa terfikir tentang kau.

- anon.

Snapshots 3: Untitled Piece by NNMH

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Her grip on his hand loosen. She’s drifting slowly to sleep, into a
slumber of content because tonight, she’s with him. He is not ready to
fall asleep yet. He is savoring every second of this moment. He is
enjoying the quietness of her. Its not like he mind her bubbly self.

She’s always full of life and so colorful. He likes that about her. He
adores her. Its just that when its quiet like this, he has more time
to slowly take her in. One bit at a time, like the color of her hair,
her sweet smell- not the smell of her favourite perfume (he likes that
as much too) but her’s. Her soft eyebrows, sometimes moving then
settling down to a perfect arch line above her closed eyes. He misses
looking into her beautiful eyes, but he’s quite content just looking
at them closed. Her soft breathing, her cute button nose. Her luscious
full lips. He wants to kiss them now as much as how he wants to kiss
them every other time he saw her smile, talking, and especially when
they’re firm when shes upset or angry. The closeness of their body,
her warmth, her skin touching his.

There’s something he can’t express
into words.. He is never good at them to begin with- expressing
himself with words. It’s her thing, not his. However, at this moment
if only she could see him, it tells everything- how much he loves her,
how much he wants to give her, how much his heart aches every time
shes not with him. His heart aches now because he’s not quite sure
whether she will ever fully understand his feelings for her. He knows
she knows, but how much?
He kisses her forehead softly, hoping that it wouldn’t wake her. He
lets the kiss linger a bit longer hoping that it will convey for him
the feelings he can never fully express to her in person.
I miss you, he whispered.

 - NNMH

image from burdge-bug's deviantart: http://burdge-bug.deviantart.com/art/dream-a-little-dream-180761537

Snapshots 2: Excerpts

photo from Juganue's DeviantArt

verse: 'It's Time' by Imagine Dragons

Snapshot 1: It's Time

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I glance at the clock, "One more hour...".

My heart is beating faster than usual.

I feel nervous. Anxious. But the good kind.

I can hear noises outside my room: 

people chatting and laughing, furniture moving,

and sometimes my mother's voice asking the person in charge if everything is in order.

I am in my room, sitting at the edge of my bed. I take a look around. 

The room is probably the nicest it has ever been. 

There is a bouquet of flowers on the side table next to the bed.

My best friend is talking about something, but I am not sure what. 

I am too distracted.

My sister comes into the room,

"Are you okay?"

"Yes" I smile.

"I have to help Mak outside for a bit, I'll be back to check up on

you soon okay"

A few more people come into the room after that,

"Are you nervous?"

"Congratulations!"

"You look beautiful!"

Then, my father comes in and I know what it means.

He looks at me and smiles, kisses me on the forehead and says,

"It's time"

I take his hand and we walk out of the room...

- Rasyiqah Anuar

Hello!

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Hello

Welcome to Snapshots: Little 'Alternate You' Stories. You might be wondering the whole point of this, yet another, new blog site.

Well, I was talking to a good friend about how sometimes we dream/fantasize/imagine glimpses into the future with our loved ones, and how we create this picture in our head as something we aspire to.

You know what I'm talking about; that 'tomorrow' you always wish, pray and hope will happen. And  maybe even those memories from days gone by that you fondly relive at every chance you get.

So my friend and I named these moments 'Snapshots', because that's exactly what they are, right? They're not complete stories or moments. Sometimes the beginnings of it is lost, or the endings to them are not really remembered, but there are those special moments in between, whether real or imagined, that keep on playing inside your minds...

... and they bring smiles to your faces. Just as they'd bring smiles to mine.

So this site is really pretty much in the spirit of 'Talking With An Alternate You': Small, contained stories about the lovely moments we have with the people we love the most.

And I'd love it if you'd want to contribute these 'Snapshots'! They can be anything; happy or sad, bittersweet or spectacular, as long as they're 'snapshots'.

E-mail me, anonymously if you'd like, with 'Snapshots' of your own. I'll publish them on your behalf so maybe, just maybe, we can share that little glimpse of happiness with others. Maybe we can bring smiles to people to with little stories to inspire, to instil hope and faith with. They don't even have to be love stories (though I suspect a lot of them will be).

Because, to be honest, there's so much.. stress and anger nowadays, that maybe once in awhile it's okay to dream about lovelier things.

So how about it? If you think this is a pretty okay idea (fingers crossed!), start sending them Snapshots in:

edwan.shaharir@gmail.com

:)