"Um, does it bother you that I cuss so much?"
"Nah, I think it's fucking cute."
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
The inevitable.
I'm a workaholic. I have more than 4000 words to write and less than 30 mins till the electricity goes. I wrote three articles since morning. I'm not complaining; I'm making excuses. But frankly, that's not really why I haven't blogged for so long. No matter how much I think I'm losing my passion for writing because all of a sudden it has become work, it's not really true.
The real truth is, it's all just happening too fast for me to grasp. January is happening too fast and I dunno the difference between endings and beginnings anymore. I like middles, though. Middles are more about the "happening" - I'm more about the happening.
I have my eyes shut tight. It's like that ride that spins and spins you around for what seems like forever and when you open your eyes you wanna go again despite the emotional upheaval of the previous few minutes.
But the question is, can you buy someone the whole world and hang it around their neck? Or, can you buy someone your childhood and put it smack-dab in the middle of their palm?
Yeah, that's what I've been busy giving and getting lately.
The real truth is, it's all just happening too fast for me to grasp. January is happening too fast and I dunno the difference between endings and beginnings anymore. I like middles, though. Middles are more about the "happening" - I'm more about the happening.
I have my eyes shut tight. It's like that ride that spins and spins you around for what seems like forever and when you open your eyes you wanna go again despite the emotional upheaval of the previous few minutes.
But the question is, can you buy someone the whole world and hang it around their neck? Or, can you buy someone your childhood and put it smack-dab in the middle of their palm?
Yeah, that's what I've been busy giving and getting lately.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy new year.
It's so crowded. So loud. Songs are playing, people are dancing. And she's smiling. It's going to be 2012 very soon. She thinks she's happy but then she slips on her shoes and runs across the room into another, then another - her waist length hair flailing behind her. All of a sudden, after so many days she craves for quietness, for old faces. She dials a number and the voice on the other end splits a smile across her face again, and over the sound of the voices around her she yells, Happy Birthday!
.
At 11:59 a phone rings. It's almost twelve already? She lost track of time. She picks up his call and the crowd on the other end can be heard : Five, four, three, two, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
And she thinks to herself, wow I miss you more now.
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Fireworks can be heard. It's freezing cold. Because of him, because of her - all the same, she cries alone.
.
And maybe heartache and tears weren't the perfect way to start the new year. But I spent 2011 trying to find myself in the real world. The slightly abstract idea of who I am has gotten way more solid. And I know that 2011 did start off terrible but in a way it evolved into one of the best years I've ever had. And now things are kinda fuzzy like the static on the television. I wanna make the image even clearer and honestly continue discovering myself this year.
.
At 11:59 a phone rings. It's almost twelve already? She lost track of time. She picks up his call and the crowd on the other end can be heard : Five, four, three, two, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
And she thinks to herself, wow I miss you more now.
.
Fireworks can be heard. It's freezing cold. Because of him, because of her - all the same, she cries alone.
.
And maybe heartache and tears weren't the perfect way to start the new year. But I spent 2011 trying to find myself in the real world. The slightly abstract idea of who I am has gotten way more solid. And I know that 2011 did start off terrible but in a way it evolved into one of the best years I've ever had. And now things are kinda fuzzy like the static on the television. I wanna make the image even clearer and honestly continue discovering myself this year.
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