Saturday, February 19, 2011
It has been such a long and tiring day, and i'm pretty certain I will wake late tomorrow morning with my head pounding and my body turned to some fuzzy substance that can't hold it's shape. But the thought of you as I creep into bed makes me smile. It's unbelievable that after a whole day of ignoring you, I can still call you up and that you hold nothing against me. It's so good, so comforting to know that when I do finally call you in the wee hours of the morning simply because there's nobody left for me to call, you're ready to listen to my body-slam of questions, complaints, projections and displacements without a murmur. And then I remember everything I have done for you. I have called you names, lied to you, broken promises, cursed, ignored, offended.. and I remember how I can't even begin to conceive of how much you've done for me. I run to you though, at the end of the day, knowing you wait for me. I might not have fallen in love yet, but I know for sure that I'm loved. I will love you, yet.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
She sits on the steps leading up to the house, gazing over the hedge, past the blossoming trees into the yellowing sky. Waiting for brilliance. As she waits, she sees through the branches of the bush-like mango tree, the distinct outline of a cloud illuminated from somewhere beyond her horizon, and wonders when the sky will burst, wonders why she waits. She wonders what it must be like to feel lonely and useless; to sleep but not sleep because it is only in snatches of fitful half-hours that rest comes, to be constantly hungry but find that once a reluctantly prepared meal of basics is placed in her mouth in pinches it turns to pulp, to stare into the sky thinking but not knowing whether she thinks or not and what of.. She has forgotten what the late bat gliding out of the voiceless sunset on motionless wings knows every new evening. She waits for colour, and waits and waits. But the sky simply grows darker as the first brilliant dots the sky. Not the same, but still..
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Got this GPRS package from Dialog installed on my phone because not having an internet connection on my computer has become too frustrating to bear. So was randomly (read narcissistically - no i don't know how to spell that) going through my old posts and discovered something. I had a voice. So how did that get in the past tense? It's simple really, but shameful. I made a commitment to losing my opinion and perspective. I got boring! But me hearties, i am back and my nails are the the most edible glittering purple! DUCK!