from my keyboard.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

if.

i swear if i could find a way to step out of myself and look at me and see myself from the other side of my skin,there'd be quite a few things i wouldnt like about me.cant quite tell now for its only an abstract sense of realization.but im quite sure i could list a few things or two in a notepad of mine.
its sickening this cycle of melancholy that we as people put ourselves through.if we could look past it and savour the moment;the now,because the now is the past and the future,(is there a past and future?and if there is,does it matter as much as the now?)and make the most of the fuckin moment,how melancholic can an individual be?and i ask this out of frustration because i find it extremely difficult to do so.

Monday, November 21, 2005

sleeps.

tonight its cold.like cold sea breeze from a sea you cannot see.or hear.and you feel the air slide over your skin.brushing against your hairs.and its chilling like snow.or rain.but its dry outside.i thought it might rain tonight.hasnt happened yet.im not waiting for it.if it rains,then it'll be hard to get up early tomorow.i could sleep right through.its one of those things i need to do.sleep through the day.to rest without...work.yes i want to sleep.just let go the body from its motions.obligations and responsibility lost somewhere where you can wrap yourself around your own selfish blanket of rest.I, I, I and thats all that matters."how firm a letter;how reassuring the word,the three strokes:one vertical,proud and assertive,and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession"(Plath).

dry your eyes.

"trying to pull her close out of bare desperation
put my arms around her trying to change what she’s saying
pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
look into her eyes to make her listen again
i’m not gonna fuckin’, just fuckin’ leave it all now
‘cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
and you’re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
you’re well out of order now, this is well out of town
she pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
turns around so she’s now got her back to my face
takes one step forward, looks back, and then
walks away. " - The Streets.