February 2012
5 posts
January 2012
2 posts
October 2011
1 post
May 2010
3 posts
and it was not until this very moment that i...
April 2010
5 posts
murmur
you’d be wasted on me, you’d be ruined. it’s not fair comparing you, but i bet it’s all the same. like me. i like to keep you close to my heart and tell you all about it, but there is only so much i know about love. it’s all the same to me, it doesn’t seem to mean a single thing. even begging me, even depriving me of oxygen, even stabbing me once, twice, i would...
March 2010
8 posts
tell me a story.
tell me a different story. i need you to, because i feel like i’m disappearing, from the inside out now. soul first, extremities last. touch the walls. my hands are there, my feet are there, my head lightly touches it too, through my hair. the world is beautiful, the world is intense enough as it is. you would understand it if you could see it from here, why i’m keeping so still. and...
you've been here before, haven't you?
when all the while the world as i have known it has been coming to an end. there is no direction. there are no still points. there are no facts, no pro-con lists, there is no literature research. there is me. just me, in this story i made up all by myself. there is trying to tame all the impulsive thoughts and ideas by wildly swinging a flaming torch around. burning whatever i once held dear. and...
you are much like the sun, the rain, and the wind. they amaze me in brilliance, magnificence and how they are unexpected, even to me. you know how to strip me bare, clear the strange concept of home, tune down the loud importance of minor flaws, make me want to jump. and i would jump. i would crash into reality where there’s the real dreaming of life in a different world. i would cut strings...
February 2010
14 posts
move.
the ‘woww…wait’, bananas, waiting for the train at 7 am freezing cold but soft blue skies, the sound of mail being pushed through the letterbox and the ice cream truck’s bell on sunday afternoons, the bigger dinner spoons, the walking without sound, my mother driving me to school, buying raspberries on a tuesday morning before school at 8 am, missing the train because i...
tell the story until it becomes true.
the people i miss most are people that have never really been a part of my life. maybe that’s why i miss them so much. if i had ever given it a chance, maybe i wouldn’t have to miss them right now.
now, the story became true the minute you turned away and i felt, knew, that you wouldn’t be coming back. (but neither was i.)
it doesn’t make me happier. it doesn’t...
i like watching you.
you’ve got this thing, you know. something i don’t have. something i’ve pushed out a long time ago. in the leap that makes all the subsequent leaps i would take rather worthless.
Gloria Cycles, i’m quite liking them.
am i the only person home runs away from? or is it still just me who is doing all the running?
the fundamental things apply
if only i could tell him how easy it is for me to love him, for the sheer fact that he makes me feel real. in existence, completely whole. a point where you come to realization that you don’t need power and control. it’s a weak feeling that allows for disappointment and heartbreak. but it’s a kind of weakness that you learn to love. soft spots you’re yearning for people to...
