June 2011
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LAST FAREWELL
“Are you alone?”, I heard him ask, I was trying to shake away the blanket of sleep that had almost descended on me until the phone rang. Hiro, I recognized his voice, I made a mental calculation as to what ungodly hour he’s calling at, and concluded that it’s probably 3am. I cradled the receiver in between my ear and neck, “Hiro, it’s late, get some sleep”
“Come meet me at the lobby”, he told...
April 2010
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Anniversary 001
Though I felt you slipping away
I didn’t do much to let you stay
February 2010
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.005
when I can’t really scream and
jumping off is not an option
still waiting to break down walls
wish there was someone I can really talk to.
life is so cryptic, I can’t simplify it.
knowing what I want to do, but feeling
the exact opposite of it.
taking my mind off things by wandering
the need to be alone at a strange place
the need to take off by myself
last week my eyes...
January 2010
2 posts
.004//Walk With Me
She told herself that every one goes through tough times before the lucky break. She told herself a lie. As she walked through the corridors of the school, her black Mary Janes make a hollow sound. Her knuckles turn white as she clutched the big brown envelope which represented her dreams, her person-hood.
What-ifs stream through her mind like chopped up scenes from a movie trailer showcasing her...
Truth is Shared Reality →
December 2009
2 posts
.003
The sun rises. The first thing I see is your smile. Slowly spreading from your lips to the first light in your eyes.
The sun high in the middle of the sky. Bright laughter echoes and bounces off walls, crystal clinking sound drowns my ears.
The sun sets. I return to an empty house in the city you never lived. You left everything untouched but my heart.
.002 Starry-Eyed
We were starry-eyed lovers finding our way home
Anywhere I’m with you is the place where I belong
We thought we’d never change at all
Now my heart is a broken mirror
Trying to catch the last rays of your sunlight
But it ricochets and what’s left of you in me
is the lingering warmth of what we used to be
November 2009
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001. Waiting Hands
Did you know?
Ever since that day, I don’t wear watches anymore. It seemed the practical thing to do, wearing one would have driven me insane. Staring as the seconds tick by without you in sight, my eyes frantically deciding whether to speed time up or slow it down. Speed it up so that the agony of waiting won’t be crushing me or slowing it down so I can collect my thoughts, finally...