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After five six different first dates within 3 months ( Read more... ) -
NO FILTERS.
Your voice was the song that kept me sane - the one I wish I could keep on playing while I'm working, when I want to take a break from everything, when I need to absorb anything unfolding before me. It plays well with my heartbeat - so in sync with my soul that, if I could choose to retain any memory at all, it would be your voice ( Read more... ) -
Conondrum
I have a penchant for writing when it rains. There’s something about words on paper which make up for the lack of certainty - and about an attempt to make something last a while longer that drowns all anxieties away ( Read more... ) -
An Open Letter
Dear Tita,
I don't know why I get so teary-eyed writing to you. To be quite honest, I found it difficult to wake up today, and when I did, I woke with a heavy heart - something I felt exactly a year ago when you passed away. I was only able to get to visit you only once before you left (note the many "only's" - and I did not know before then of ( Read more... ) -
Slowly but surely
I am indecisive, but once I make a choice, it's easier for me to stick with it at all costs. No looking back, as they say. After all, there is no reliable basis for comparison, only memories which choose to retain the information which we could live with.
To quote:
"You cannot compare this present experience with a past experience. You can ( Read more... ) -
Square 1 (Recovered)
The cursor blinks repeatedly, as if competing with the beating of my heart, like a child teasing me, tempting me to write so as to eliminate the sight of the cursor - the reminder of idleness.
Yet… there is nothing to write, just as there was nothing to say. In silence, I learned to pour my heart out -
the same way I did when you just stayed ( Read more... ) -
Poetry: For days when I cannot write
THE END BY ARKAYE KIERULF
You must have felt it working in your bones. It’s begun: The papers
print the same stories over and over, and have you checked
the obituaries? Already, nobody remembers
how their first kiss went. The phone keeps ringing and ringing
when nobody’s home. Between our skins is a necessary friction
that separates us forever. Look ( Read more... ) -
Barely giving in, bargaining, beginning.
Barely giving in, bargaining, beginning. The word play brings comfort as I remind myself where I currently stand - in the middle of starting and barely giving in. Funny how I find solace in identifying my location and in binding myself to categories and expected roles and behavior - and how difficult it is for me to let go of such roles.
How do ( Read more... ) -
Hi. (Bye)
Why do I feel like this happened before, seeing you there just before I leave?
One of the happiest things this year was seeing you.
Happy new year, too.
P.S. More people should be as dedicated as you. I pray you never lose your passion.