Monday, January 25, 2010

for you, skank

This post is dedicated to the only person in the world who reads this.

Just saying, miss, that I love you. :)

It's as simple and pure as that.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

why I have come back

I very recently wrote out a public invitation in a forum on Facebook, pleading people to come out and talk to me about things depressing them. Even then, as I was writing it, I realized that it did sound stupid, an idea laughable. I felt that- despite my intentions being well-meaning and sincere- mostly because I myself wouldn't have done it either had someone else written out that invitation.

Now even though I feel like deleting the invitation from there, I will not do so because I do not want to take it back and it gives me a feeling of slight satisfaction knowing that I have done something, however much it may be embarrassingly within my comfort capacity.

Is this why people blog? To let it out? I suppose the reason differs from person to person. Why am I doing it despite the fact that there is no audience whatsoever? Because sometimes, there is no one to talk to. It doesn't really mean I'm very lonely; it just means the right person isn't around at the moment. Or it may be the fact that the right person to whom this kind of talk can be addressed to or confided in isn't an existent figure. Yet. :)

So, here's to hoping that the right people come in our lives and fill spaces, which, for people like me, are taken by unread blogs at the moment. How sad? No. How ordinary.

Friday, January 15, 2010

before you ascend completely

you are why I am
weird. because you are
but a friend’s
friend.

you are to me
nearly a tear
unwept,
a mystery set, fairly
deep inside the web
of mind and
missing colours. you are
my fear because you are
partially absent, not far
away.

i think you are earth now
to a plant who is me,
burning anyway from this
excessive light
from the meeting that is
never going to
take place.

but maybe you are
simply
a dark cloud on the face
of my friends, limiting
my hunger
and preventing
Ascension.

whoever you are,
and wherever
you are, you are
here for me. dear stranger,
hear me, somehow; I would have
said thank you
either way.

but the world moves on as before