Thursday, October 08, 2009

I've decided to go to Europe and to make it part of my life.

:)

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

OH BUT I LOVE YOU!!!!

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Hey Mr. Golden deal, how does she feel?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Remove from List

And I'm alright, standing in the streetlights here. Is this meant for me? My time on the outside is over. We don't know how you're spending all of your days, knowing that love isn't here. You see the pictures but you don't know their names 'cause love isn't here. No sympathy, when shouting out is all you know. Behind your lies, I can see the secrets you don't show. You take the best things from me, then everything gets empty. That's not a world that I need. And I can't do this by myself. All of these problems, they're all in your head. And I can't be somebody else. You took something perfect and painted it red.


Red :: Daniel Maerriweather

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

There's nothing like fresh lemons, wild Australian honey, papayas, mooncakes and homecooked food while you read. Read. read. How did life get so perfect?
Squeeze.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

When the dark black liquid in my cup stops spilling out and splashing around, it slowly stills and quietens until even the gentlest ripple is smoothed out. Then, I can see the reflection of the bright white moon.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

In love with the Ghost.

It's not as if the bowl of mess eventually dries up or evapourates over time. One just learns to clam down so that it doesn't tip over anymore, leaving a trailing mess all over the carpet. It is very pleasant, actually to recognize and embrace the solitary nature of... all this. I feel like it's a dull, quiet, black mass sitting at the bottom of my bowl-shaped heart, going nowhere, and calling out for none. The only irritating thing is that it does take up a little space, leaving less room. 

I guess my point (at the risk of sounding 16) is that you're strong enough to walk this on your own, especially when you feel like no one understands. Because, truth is, they can only be there with and for you, but they will never be you. This is empowering.

Friday, September 25, 2009

I don't like to talk about the things that I know will make you angry, because it makes me sad to see you experience non-happy feelings, at my expense and on my behalf. But I know that means that I hide  away a little, and you'd want that less.

Damn.