I think sometimes I forget that people get tired, I forget about their day and their time and their space; Sometimes I forget the shit that he must go through, the feeling like his mind is always someplace else, following another time, when his body is right here, right now. Sometimes I forget how much she worries, about everything and anything, ( Read more... )

I think I could be a white coloured sock tossing in the washing machine amongst a bunch of other dirty clothing, probably from a certain girl who runs around the field in circles singing, "hip hip hooray it's a happy happy day". Of course I have no idea where my other sock is but it doesn't matter. I was brought up from the moment I was unwrapped ( Read more... )

Having lost to time makes everything a little trickier than ever.
Perhaps, what's ironic about all this is the fact that
not everyone gets a chance at challenging time.
I watched the minute hand of the clock tick away,
but who am I really kidding, I go by digital time.
So what's with all these empty words anyway. What do I know?

Sometimes it feels ( Read more... )

I'll write about this later.

Time is an elusive concept ( Read more... )

School has started for two weeks now.
Feels like I've been doing this for the longest time though.
There is something so therapeutic about
listing all that's to be done,
and striking them out.

Yes, that could be one of my neuroses.

The season has started and
I want to remain hopeful.
But what if my best is not enough.
Life's not fair.
Try, try, try.

I don't ( Read more... )

She laughed,
I laughed too and
I'm p-paralyzed with happiness.
She laughed again,
promising so much in a murmur.

That was a way she had,
with me.

She nodded and then quickly tipped
a rose to my lips.

Her voice is an arrangement of notes,
lovely with bright things
and a bright passionate mouth.

Listen.

I enjoyed the restless Middle universe,
I liked the ragged East.
Everybody I knew could talk
with very grave hesitant faces.

Practical warm season and friendly trees,
like a great cardboard bungalow.

I had an old wisdom
until one morning.

All good things come to an end before we know it, before we want it. I was tempted to categorize you as a bad thing but you know what it's like when you're a good girl gone bad--one ends up not knowing where to place you. It's interesting how much one can learn in a couple of days, one thing's for sure, never dance with the ball. Noted. I was told ( Read more... )

Last week to smell the air of freedom.
Three months have gone by faster than I could ever imagine.
Time only flies when you look back at it.

Much has changed since then,
I think I can safely say I am ready for what the new semester will bring,
be it broken limbs (God forbid), sleepless nights,
heaps of books to read, essays to complete.

I promise to  ( Read more... )