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there is this little pain below my chest.  
feels like constant poking to my insides.  
discomfort, like a gravel in your shoe.
unnecessary, like hunger at midnight.

but like a snooping neighbour,
it dissipates as one is more aware.
hiding beside your abode,
soon knocking on your door when you slumber away

as i'm listening to eighties tunes of the emotional kind, i felt a yearning for disappointment, for heartache.  it was almost romantic, to think back of tears poured for the other one.

it felt strange, definitely momentous, to realise that being alone for so many years, you forget that emotion.

its easy to give love but for me to receive?  i tend ( Read more... )

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i like perfection.  all things in its right place.  up on time, morning swim, work's 'to-do-list' done, hit the gym, head home, read on what has to be read, brush my teeth, moisturize, set the alarm, sleep with the right music on.  its clockwork, its repetitive, a means to a goal, its easy, it gives meaning ( Read more... )

'continuity'

that's the card i picked from a bowl of cards, claimed to be messages from angels.  i also kept a chip of rose quartz, holding on to its energy of love (so it says).

i'm keeping 'continuity' close to heart.  the past thoughts and dreams of what seemed like the end was a little unsettling.  don't get me wrong, i'm not upset if things do ( Read more... )

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james blake : a case of you

on a red-eye flight back to sin city from shanghai, i peered out from my window seat and marveled longingly at the night sky. the beautiful night sky, the home i left thirty-three years ago for a moment to tread on earth.

a shooting star flew between the clouds and i made a wish, a request for a future that was uncertain, hoping that my ( Read more... )

i found a couple of pages stashed in a drawer earlier.
they were thoughts penned down last year while stuck in a u.s. airport.
i have a couple of these loose pages around, fillers when the journal was left at home.
these were compiled together, some dating back as far as eighteen,
always with something to say, but saying it only through strokes of a ( Read more... )

slow down ashburn, so ashburn says,
his voice trailing behind his hurried thoughts
patience lost patience and fired a shot
a bullet flew past and hit the dog
an end to a story which lost its plot