Monthly Archives: March 2005

For the sanity that holds together the many personalities living within us to make us who we are, I think loneliness should be thanked.
Without a doubt, it’s the best company you can have.

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Today, she would only be remembered for one thing.

It wasn’t the long black pashmina gifted to her so dearly.(that kept coming between her feet, almost tripping her) It wasn’t the blue and silver chain which adorned her neck. (but felt so God damn heavy) It wasn’t the many rings which seemed to have enticed her with their simple charms and comfortably slipped into her fingers. (making it too difficult to write) It wasn’t even the Hush Puppies she wore, which she really had no complaints about.

No, sir. It was her cough.

listening to: kryptonite – 3 doors down

It’s sad.

Ok, you’ve set out to do something. Something ,as in, anything at all. Whether it’s for yourself, someone else, or just for the love of God.

So yeah, you try and try and try. Don’t utter a word of complaint, let alone any one word at all. You feel all proud of yourself – the kind of proud that makes you smile your standard, infamous “El Cheapo” grin at moments which are really inappropriately appropriate.

Next step : the time to realise your worth. *drumroll*…… your value is no more than that of a teeny-tiny stone. You know, the pebble types?
That’s because, no matter how hard you try and how little you rant and rave about how hard you’ve tried, your always bound to be kicked off the footpath.

It’s really, really sad.

How disgusting. An unusually huge macchar with ,literally, a pot belly of blood is zooming around looking for prey to close in on. I hope it hits the fan and gets shredded to pieces…and falls anywhere but on my bed.

khe khe khe

listening to: across the universe – fiona apple
thinking about: the tears that should fall from my eyes any second

Fiona Apple is a fantastic singer. Simply brilliant. Do give the above track, as well as “Paper Bag” a listen during your time off, provided you have any.

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You sit beside her as though you are strangers. The only ties that bind you together are those that have, perhaps, entangled you for years gone by. If she hesitates to speak, she only does it so she can hum to the songs of silence, with you.

Your heart is beating in your chest so hard it almost makes you sweat. You still love her. You will always love her. You try to hide it with your words, but you forget one thing – your eyes. Why do I see a flame in your eyes when you’re around her? I don’t see it light up – it’s always there, whether she’s in front of you or not. She surrounds you. She is within you.

Why do you keep it in you? Why let it consume your soul, your very existence?

Let those tears, which sit so impatiently in your eyes, let them fall. Let them be tears of joy, of happinness, of accomplishment.

Speak the words which live as fantasies in her mind, before she leaves you in this turmoil.

With only me by your side.

Can someone be a sweetheart and help me find my conveniently-disappeared commenting system?