tomorrow never comes until it's too late: March 2013

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Wednesday, March 06, 2013

another brick

There is a wide gaping rift between who you are and who i thought you were. To think that we all lead lives of discretion. Secrets that you yourself have lost in the enfoldings of absent words. Secrets that have been stripped of language that relay them. Secrets that disconnect you from people you love. Secrets that pattern your lies. Secrets that displace you from being the person you want to be. how many of us are really unknown? How many of us live lives that are disengaged from our daily paths? How many of us spend our days suppressing conscience? And how many of us read this and pretend we remain unaffected? Pretending you have the rightful audacity to doubt my reference to YOU.

because it takes one to know one.

Where’s mun?

Just when you think you’ve lived through every possible way of how someone can hurt you, believed  you’re wiser, deluding yourself into a fragile synthetic strength that you thought you’d be able to fall back on.

You fall demeaningly right through it.g

the perfect ending

he waited. waited outside my door with a flower he plucked on his way. flaccid in its wait. he stood there. finally, with a filled full heart.

staying adrift

There is a subtle shift in me. i feel the change in the breeze. It toys with the leaves. It rustles my thoughts. I see its difference in the yellow of the sun. Streaking the world with an unlikely hue. It bathes me with a yellow thats more yellow than yellow. Are we not all salt dolls swimming in a distempered ocean? If you dont drown, you just only dissolve. I hear them speak. And i know to keep still. While i wait. For the next heartbreak.