An Orange Cloud

  Ive just completed watching “The Boys”. I feel so much that in the end, I feel nothing at all. As if, Like aceton, my feelings evaporate On their way from heart to brain I wish to bawl like a fool I get nothing, stay a disappointed fool.   The show, I never thought id watch it, until one day, I decided – fuck it- and started pirating it on a whim, I watched it everywhere like a bull Chasing a red cloth in the ring, During work and at the saloon, It only seemed natural to do it.   When the show first reached my radar, it didn’t seem like my type- still doesn’t, the gore is unbearably disgusting, the good kind (?)- but I watched it, Its been two stanzas and im still Yapping about liking a series That seems way out of reach For someone who watches mockumentaries.   Anyways, the dystopia, the apocalypse, god fearing citizens, the all powerful white man, all of it seemed well known, very familiar, But the layers and depth To eve...

  14-7-24 What would they think of us? Hell I wanna know too, idk what we are we are but as significant and insignificant as the star dust above and before us   22-7-26 I don’t know what we are The excitement in the air Is more enticing than the oxygen   The weight of social norms, The need to stay informed Teaches me everything but, The question still remains:   What are we?   Are we friends who know too much Or are we lovers in the next chapter Are we in the talking stage leading to something Or are boring ourselves to death?   What are we?   Were we connected in our past lives Or are we so opposed to what consciousness is Are we debating about movies Or about basic human rights?   What are we?   An example of icks in the other gender Or are we the models of standards Or are we too young and lost To be here all alone?   What are we?   Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

the warmth of sun and the cools of the moon   26-9-24   I’ve always hated the sun It was so bright And it’s the only one In the blue sky   I’ve always liked the moon Cuz it was cool And accompanied by The stars in the sky   I hated the sun I cant even look at it without burning my eyes I cant even walk outside without worrying about my skin I cant even reach it if I tried and be alive   I loved the moon I can see tiny craters on it with my naked eye I can love al the shapes day by day I can lean on it for moonlight   22-7-26   But the question remains, Till this day What do the sun and the moon Think of me, their human on the land   Does the sun summon the clouds when it shines too bright Or does the moon diets to see which phase its loved the most   What do the divorced sun and moon Think of the small human In the tiny land of home   Child of divorce, I call myself ...

IT’S BEEN 4 YEARS SINCE I HAVE STARTED MY BLOG. ANORANGECLOUD IS CELEBRATING ITS 2 ND 3 RD BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! (Fresh off the boat reference)   YAYY!   T rail Of Thoughts- 40   Sto-Rini-28 Like all my anniversary posts, I’d like to start with thanking my brother. I know you’re reading this and ready to text me to take it off but no, don’t even think about it. I started Anorangecloud because you suggested it. Thank you again (I’ll thank you for the rest of anorangecloud’s life).     Hello normal people. How is your life treating you these days? BORING.   Let me tell you about mine. (Also, please do share how your life’s been in the comments below or text me <3)   If you read any of my previous anniversary posts, you will know they’re a bunch of “Ten day diary” extended version. It’s a filler post, you can say. And guess what? It’s the same this year as well. Deal with it.   Welcome to my “Chit-chat with Rini because we got nothing else to do” ...

  What do you want me to say? I don’t know what you want me to say,   I think you’re overreacting He is just a friend You’re borderline insane If you think there’s a link   Oh baby, calm down Nothing’s ever gonna go wrong Oh baby, keep it low I don’t want others to know   Why don’t you understand? Why are you jumping into conclusions? Why don’t you keep your mind open? Why don’t you keep us open?   I’m just saying I’m getting bored. It’s not serious but just letting you know.   I am sorry if you got hurt I was going through something Even though you think it’s not serious I was also going through silent battles.   I’m sorry you forgot to remind me of your birthday That is why I couldn’t wish you on that day I’m sorry but I forgive you bae It was an honest mistake that you made  

  When people say “what’s the worst thing that can happen” before doing the most diabolical stunt in their life, my mind just wanders in the grey area of life. Trail Of Thoughts - 34 Let me explain. When I started this blog, my first thought was “Omg lezgoo ahhh” and second was, “what’s the worst possibility”. The answer to that question was “no one would read it lol”. That initially gave me a boost to posting anything I want and I still equip that in the back of my mind before I click on ‘publish’.  Today, I realized I wasn’t thinking of the worst possible consequence, but rather “a” consequence that could be both a win and a loss for me. I don’t think my mind wrapped around that saying properly. Now that I am older and wiser, I think the worst thing that could happen when blogging is the following: This might end up on some wrong person’s feed somehow; they read it and interpret it in the wrong way. And not stop there. He (suppose) not only hates it but makes it his whole pu...

  It’s exhausting.   Trail Of Thoughts- 32 Sto-rini- 21 You find metaphors in everything, everywhere. Every little action feels like a narration from a third view. Every thought is like a moment of truth that defines who I am.   Even little things like watching shorts for a few minutes before getting up in the morning, the deity narrates; “When waking up in the fresh cloudy morning, Rini would rather look at her 15cmx7.5cm brick of technology than get up and take a peek at the never ending beauty of nature. Is this how she wants to start the day or is she made that way? Let’s find out in the next scene.” And I, who just watched some brain-rot content to feel awaken, would stare into abyss and do a face palm.   Please tell me you all feel this way. I can think of many more.   I use my computer while studying for music. The music sometimes turns into music videos which I don’t hate. I love Blackpink, but then the deity starts, “Studying for...