Friday, July 29, 2011

I hope, I think, I know

I'm facing this perpetual shortage of words. I still scribble down random phrases I want to think and write about on the trains and at coffee joints but I never seem to be able to find the scraps of paper when I have time to sit down like this, like now.

There are so many things... It would be nice and perfect if someone else could do the talking for me; a paragraph from a book that pops out or song lyrics that actually sing out, some other thing some other place except this.

But epiphany came. It did. I can finally say that I am happy at where I am right now.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Champagne Showers

Been partying way to much these days... To think I thought I was over this non-stop partying crap. I feel 18 all over again. But there's too much Chivas and J├Ąger in my system and my body is showing signs of aging.

Selegie with those wingmanz in a bit. Hungry...!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Farewell Fire

I can still think of a hundred ways to meet you again, my cheeks still wet from all the crying, words all burnt out. But that's never going to happen. I'm only left with this dull lingering heartache that eroded every single ounce of joy that came my way...

All I really want to do right now is be grown up. Get past this awkward stage of easing into adulthood, watching everyone ease awkwardly in. Attempts to impress, dress, drive, date, try, and try, and try, god it is so tiring watching it, feeling like I'm not a part of it, not being able to decide if I want to be a part of it.

This is the end of touch, the beginning of sound and words and maybe sight until we meet again. Someday. In the future further than future. It hurts.