Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
What were the songs we used to sing
the ones we sang during those long nights that never really seemed to end but eventually did anyway.
What were the words I used to write,
the ones I wrote at the back of all your books just so you'd have something to read when you got home, bored.
Where did I put the stack of graphite potrait sketches,
the ones that never looked like who they were meant to be.
you'd probably have realised that
After a while
The questions come back,
along with the Lack of answers.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
you are a wave
you swim out onto the shore- maybe wrestle with the starfish
see the sky, feel the sand, pool around the little feet of children
it's quite a trip is it not.
back to the ocean that's where you'll go running back to,
on your knees,
against the crashing tidal waves,
and you know it.
we all do.
waves can't use life jackets.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
As I stood upon the beach, the wind bellowing against my skin caused the smell of salt water to saturate my pores.
I looked up into the ominous sky and it hit me that I was staring right into Time itself. The dark and light clouds alike shifted hurriedly across the powder blue sky as though in a race, no time to stop, no time to stop. Over my head and off to an uncertain destination.
It was like one of those perspective photographs where everything except your still, still body was in a constant positive velocity, speeding along an unstoppable current into Eternity.
I should probably note that my mother cautioned me against going to the beach as she briefly left for work, for fear of the looming dark clouds in the sky signalling a possible storm.
Of course, I still walked on anyway. People don't stop living today just because of some dark cotton candy in the sky. They don't. They still carry on doing their thing. Or maybe that's just exclusive to stubborn old me.
I made friends with this guy who owns a retired racehorse and I feel so haappy to be able to pet it and rub its forehead as much as i want everyday :) I rode him too.
I wasn't all too enthusiastic about spending a week out here. but ah.
I supposed I needed it.
I mean, look, I got my inspiration back, I'm writing for now.
And who would've thought that a someone I don't know whacked me into my senses again.
There's this lady about fourty who lives in the same building right now. Every morning, she gets up early, walks all the way down to the swimming pool and swims for an hour or so and then gets back by herself.
And she's only got one leg.
Every morning I wake up early, have breakfast, take long walks at the beach, play with a horse and laugh at strange old white men with their reddened faces and tight multicoloured swimming trunks. lol. (still so killing myself for not bringing the camera. ARGH)
Later on I walk some more until I get tired and return, maybe grab a chocolate bar from the shops. And sleep, sleep, sleep.
and I finally put it on paper...
...and realised it doesn't matter, my friend. There's nothing to feel. Leave because you can.