humid day

thinking.

nightmare

i studied and then went to bed.

and dreamt i was studying.

great.

The Arsonist

I blame you.

You set it on fire.

<3

beautiful sceneries

This is what my photograph album would look like if polaroids were made up of words

cold wet morning. cars whizzing on the horizon. water spilling from a pail. the sound of giggling. cold cement floor.

we're squatting. toothbrushes. squealing. soap bubbles. squelch. splash. splosh.

humid night. no stars. no moon. just the orange streetlight. wet grass. hazy night. we're moving shadows. a moving spiral of smoke.

MPVs parked by the road. women and men. strong gale. bright blue lake. water in the lake. water caught up in the air. we're barely standing.

city lights. like christmas lights over the black sea. we're walking. laughing. on the bridge. cold hands. trenchcoats fluttering with the breeze.

artificial moon. in the background, dark shapes of people. a field. white tents. people merry-making. talking. we're talking. sitting. bugs crawling. we're quite the sight.

sometimes words just are enough.

flintstone(head)s

let us have some class can we.

or do you propose to act like a caveman.

even the ancient egyptians knew where to put their ink.

scar in the sky

I saw a streak of clouds in the sky the other day which made me think of you.

a jet had bumbled through the sky, leaving a trail of vapour behind, looking like a deep white gash in the sky.

when we saw our own shadows on nights where the crickets sang,

and the cliches of whether moon was up or the stars were out or whether it was rainy or cloudy or breezy didn't matter

i took a fragments of moments like those

and kept them in my pocket-something to remember for the rest of my life.

in my pocket

there are many pieces of sky.

some are speckled with stars, some are not,

but they're all beautiful just the same

because they're all pieces of the same roof we shared of all the places we ever tread together.

i don't have to look up into the sea of blue anymore to know that there is a scar in the sky.

because i know

it's somewhere out there,

because of us.

ps

and you were saying...? silly bunny. go eat carrots=:3

frankly.

ten minutes to type what i have to say.

ten minutes to put my words in order.

ten minutes to be the one to save.

emotions have not always been my strength.

i do not fancy crying in front of people.

i do not fancy rage as a reaction detour.

i do not fancy smiling at strangers.

four minutes.

i am no big drama queen

neither am i a person who likes to quietly sneak around the background.

i have a tendency to shove all my thoughts and emotions into a little box where unfortunately no one will ever find it and understand.

i have countlessly abused (if i may use such harsh a word)

men. women. dogs. snails.

in their mental state.

forgive me for my lack of enthusiasm in dealing with people

it is not that i want to show such disinterest

it is not that i hate people

it is not that i think of myself as superior to anyone because i am not.

i take it that those who are dear enough have patiently waited and waited and waited

watching all that comes into my life.

i take it that those who are dear enough who continuously question my state of mind...

they don't like waiting.

waiting for a meltdown in heart.

for those who did wait around. those who call me up. hear me out. bug my life out to know how i am. those who didn't assume. those who kept my best interests at heart. and kept their mouths shut.

thanks :/ i'm trying i'm trying.

sixteen minutes overtime to express myself.

naturally.