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Thursday, March 19, 2009

not another stranger

Stranger,

You are unlike any other stranger I know. :) Do you know?

You said once that life is too short to trifle with. You are wise beyond your years. (Sober or not. XD) There is no telling where your wisdom may lead you. But you know better than to be too cautious. After all, life is but a transient occurrence. It maybe fragile, but it is too precious to be tucked away in a closet where nothing may cause it harm, safe with the company of only cobwebs to admire its splendor.

You have taught me to pay attention to the omens. You urged me to heed fate’s warnings. Maybe so much that, inasmuch as I would like to deny it, your paranoia is rubbing off on me. :P

However, my “indecision is taking over every time.” And this time, I have yet to overcome a fork in the road. It may take some time, I think, to learn the ropes of this…business—or art, situation, craft, or whatever you wish to call it. Unforch, time has never really been on my side. And I have never really been a fan, so the feeling is mutual. You know how I hate time. But I will try to befriend it.

Speaking of time, please be reminded that you owe me 30 bucks. Hihih… I do hope you would not forget to pay me. And soon. Since my replacement duties are coming up next week, and since my interest rates are likely to skyrocket again. You wouldn't want to be buried in debt, would you? Anyway, I should have just said that since it’s what I really wanted to say. I regret taking up so much of your not-so-precious time.

Also a stranger,

Reezah ^__^\m/


lostandconfused lost herself at 6:57 PM |


Thursday, March 12, 2009

loathing

I hate how I have been. I do not know myself anymore. I feel like I have been wasting my time in things that I do not even foresee myself to be in the future. I have always thought that destiny would come to me in some form of epiphany. I have been waiting for that moment to happen, but it seems like it’s all in my head. My illusions have been screwing with me. And every second I spent in waiting, is a second in my life wasted.

Do I put it to an end? Or do I go on? It should have been easy to stop. To just take a break and reevaluate my priorities. But then again, I don’t even know what I want anymore. And if I stop, who knows how much more time I’ll even end up wasting?


lostandconfused lost herself at 11:36 PM |


Tuesday, March 3, 2009

i'm not really good at making titles..suggestions?

An arm flung over
Light pillows
Where your hair
Flows freely
In bold tresses
Defying conformity

The other
Leaking scarlet
Contrasting
The innocence
Of sheets
And strength
of the mahogany floor

where
your letter
lies waiting
to bequeath a chronicle
of hope
for a happy ending.

your lips talk
of your departure,
almost as clear as the sky.
your eyes scream
relief.

They can never understand
For they are not you
And your melancholic heart
Hiding behind
An empty smile

They are not the stranger
On shiny surfaces
You see looking back.

They cannot blame you
And you cannot blame them
You can only blame yourself

But alas!
‘Tis not freedom you chose
But escape.


lostandconfused lost herself at 5:14 AM |