..when the mind ceases to think..

...some organized incoherence.

Friday, December 30, 2005

-[55]- A guy. A girl. A secret. -[55]-

“Who is it?”
“Not telling.”
“Asked her out?”
“Why not?”
“Because she’ll say no, therefore it’s not worth pursuing.”
“Bull! C'mon! Tell me!”
“It’s pointless.”
The bus arrived.
She glared at him. "Tomorrow! Everything!" She declared and left.
He waved and whispered inaudibly, “I'll confess in your dreams tonight. Hope you can hear me.”


Go ahead and scorn at my dirty rags, condescend the way I shamelessly ask for food; I might have felt embarrassed if I knew I would make it through today.

You are welcome to feel saintly for dropping this slice of bread in my empty bowl, when I can smell the salivating aroma of a recent meal from your mouth.

But no euphemism clouds me tonight as I do not question our similarities and differences. Tonight I accept whatever you throw at me and am thankful for it.

I neither know, nor care as to why I was conceived, because tonight I am just grateful that you exist; for you probably are the sole reason for the next few hours, that I would too.

Inspired from experience.

Monday, December 26, 2005

-[55]- One lost page -[55]-


After 25 years of oppression that you've caused my mother, of which ten I witnessed myself, I’ve got a thought for you – time ages everyone; so with the raging bitterness within me, what does the future hold for you?

Merry Christmas.

He closed his diary, and crossed out Dec 25th on his calendar.