Tuesday, 28 February 2012

may i feel said he

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome? said he
ummm said she)
you're divine! said he
(you are Mine said she)

Monday, 20 February 2012

Sigh Young

Sigh. A sigh of relief. Of surrender. Of regret. Of being desperate. Of melancholia. Of getting used to things. And of a lot of other things that I’m kind of tired to write about. Of exhaustion… Sigh.
My earliest memory of “sighing” was when I was in high school, having a crush on someone I couldn’t have. And never did. Lol. My family and I were having dinner back then but my mind was somewhere else… With someone else... Was imagining things that could never happen, would never happen, and never happened.
I sighed out of desperation ‘cause I was kinda obsessed and felt like I like him enough to want to be with him, but then realized that would never happen.
My sighs nowadays are all about surrender and acceptance, but might also be sprinkled with a little amount of desperation. There are some life issues that I could never do anything about just yet. I just have to take my life as it is now with acceptance. I haven’t done anything huge yet that would serve as a turning point and change my path. I’m still facing the same dramas and I still kinda feel powerless to rebel against them.
I just breathe them all in and let out an intense SIGH that won’t really make a difference but will sort of ease the heaviness I feel inside.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

You thought pulling out your hair would unleash all the negative thoughts in your head.
Only a few strands are left but these killer thoughts are still there.
Now they’re crawling under your skin so you turned to your fingernails then started scratching.
The pain never really goes away…