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goodnight.
open/close
fight/forget
start/end
there is a time for everything.
maybe i can learn that.
want wants wanted
has have had
a scar is never the same as good flesh,
but it stops the bleeding.
this will be my last entry here.
thank you for listening. -
where you want to be.
but on other days ( Read more... ) -
wasteland.
Stumbling through a haze of blinking lights and sound; I fall through a sea of people to land against a tilting wall. Raising my head against the broken darkness I can see everything ( Read more... ) -
mid-autumn festival.
There are not enough lights on the street tonight. I have this overwhelming urge to climb onto the streetlamps and string up hundreds upon hundreds of lighted paper lanterns in the darkness. It will look as if the sun had collapsed in on the night and the glowing fragments of its embers were floating silently down into the quiet streets ( Read more... ) -
fragments: march 20th, 2008
It's something humbling, perhaps. Glimpses of a you that never knew me, a you caught up with a life - a cast of places and people - that I had no place in. Past loves, favourite songs, important conversations - a trembling certainty that, like a Venn diagram, there's a part of us each that will remain forever untouchable. Your past is something ( Read more... ) -
how richer (or better) is he now?
Nineteen. Two years more than I really wanted or needed. Not bigger than this, not better. August was supposed to be a special month for me ( Read more... ) -
the kissings.
Today there will be an unprecedented spate of kissings across the island ( Read more... ) -
insomnia.
I've been having trouble sleeping. I go to sleep after lights out, dead tired, but somehow I keep waking up at two or three in the morning. Can't get back to sleep. Just stare into the darkness ( Read more... ) -
like you said.
We've both forgotten, now.
I feel like I've woken from a dream; desperately grasping at the memory of something I cared about - but can't, for the life of me, remember.
I remember that I cared quite a lot.
Maybe you never happened.
Maybe we never did. -
100 words: 020207
All I have are moments. Moments of her with her long hair blowing past her eyes so bright I want to lift my fingers to her face and hide their honesty; moments of staring into the nape of her neck and wondering if her eyes are open or shut and if she feels as much as I do. Moments of watching her breathe in her sleep. When everything else fades I ( Read more... )