December 2009
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There is a kiss that awaits me.
And it will wake me from all this madness. It will mean everything in that moment. And then it will leave me a new emptiness to fill. Oust the rhythm of loneliness. With the melody of moments. New choices, sacrifices, and pain. And most importantly, love. After that, after all said and that, will it save me from all this sadness? Or is it all just part of this madness?
Which tree did you fall from?
A once-very-important person in my life presented an idea he believed in, late at night, curled under sheets, warmed by our skin. He said that we strive to be different from our parents but it is an inevitability that in doing so, we grow right into them. Maybe this was true because later on he had left me like how his parents left one another. And here I am still holding on to the last traces and...
When you fall...
… You crash, shatter, and scatter all over. What do you do after?
“I’m talking in circles. I’m lying, they know it. Why won’t...”
– “Cry” by Kelly Clarkson
Let me write something about tonight.
Tonight wasn’t about the fancy village gates where stationed guards pointed my cab to his house. Tonight wasn’t about the security guard they had who opened their gate and made me wait by his post. Tonight wasn’t about the quiet foyer where saints and figurines bore witness to pictures and portraits of his family’s history. Tonight wasn’t about the half smile he...
