untitled January 19, 2010
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let me
peel off
masked disappointment
drown
pent up sorrow
if you let me
hold your hand
i’ll let you
bruise me
with your pain
dream vacation January 11, 2010
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let’s dream of boat-rides-for-two to isolated islands at dusk with the sun’s softening light. we’ll share afternoons of tequila-sunsets and dinners-by-the-shore-with-bottles-of-wine and build sand castles and paint memories of sun-kissed-cheecks and sand-tickled-toes and salty-sea-licked-souls-wrapped-around-warm-embrace until the morning light of tomorrow’s sunrise.
there are just days… November 26, 2009
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when everything else feels like a mirage, an optical illusion playing with your foolish mind.
when you feel betrayed by so-called friends, when sweet-talking was just an ostentatious exercise to worm their way into your life.
when you feel silly because you should have noticed something from the very beginning but imprudently ignored it.
when you sheepishly thought that simple things will not invite trouble.
when you wish that negativity is not so contagious.
when you wish that the galaxy is peopled with a different breed, not some backstabbing bitches and assholes who aggrandize phony self-righteous arrogance.
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“i’m faking it ’til i’m pseudo making it”what i’m listening to today: not as we by alanis morissette
half the week spent November 14, 2009
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i took the 3-hour drive to spend half my week
with You.
and you endured the 4-hour drive to spend half your week
with Me.
for a while there we threw caution into the wind
and let the moment take its hold
on Us.
miss.ery loves company November 14, 2009
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twice the misery plus a few bottles of beer is a crowd. a sweet harmless company meant to salvage what little comfort they could give and hold on to from the other.
and right there is the part where they started talking about miss’ery, and him and her, and eventually them.
he told stories buried deep in the recesses of her mind. she still can’t believe he remembered those. he wondered why she kept appearing, after months of absence, at a time when he needed someone to be with him. she said “i’m probably your Angel, sent by some cosmic force to look after you.” they both laughed and let it pass.
the truth is, There is her escape. There is where she runs away from the pressure of life even just for a moment. There is where she seeks alone time to think, to forget, and to figure things out. it’s her piece of heaven, his Angel’s piece of Heaven. right then is also the part where he subconsciously started being her angel too.
and so, from then on twice the misery and a few bottles of beer had good old talks and good old walks. by the beach beneath the fading orange-red light of the setting sun with their surfboards left nonchalantly on the shore, they were rendered lightheaded and sober.ly intoxicated.
trip.pin November 14, 2009
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i just had to escape the concrete jungle. it was suffocating, draining what was left of my energy. i needed to be optimistic, find a semblance of peace of mind. and so i went.
the ocean felt alien then. sure, the surfer in me misses the rise of the swell and the spray of the salty wind on my face from time to time. but right then as i was scrunching my toes in the sun-scorched sand of the beach, i, who used to go to the beach almost every weekend for a dose of surfing, felt lost. it felt like dipping my toes to a life lived long ago.
it was just supposed to be my ocean fix, a little something that will keep my mind off things. it was supposed to be a simple distraction to cool my nerves, ease the stress. but what happens when there’s twice the misery?
