Funny how I feel closer to you now as compared to school days. Perhaps it is like how you put it, we meet up now and then, and those times are so precious, it’s like I’m so thirsty for every single drop of the time together we have. And maybe that is why.
I don’t like this me - this me who is so afraid, this me who runs at the first sign of..anything. I want to erase parts of my life - those experiences which have crippled me so badly and turned me into this fearful creature, a paralysed weakling, a guarded and frightened baby. Yet I am the summation of the past mes and there is nothing I can do to change it.
I AM: everything that I am, and everything that I am not.
I WANT: peace within myself.
I WISH: [at this moment] I have a lot of money [cmon, you too] and more time.
I HATE: uncertainties of any kind.
I MISS: strolling along melbourne streets in the winter air and returning to the apartment to wonderful roommates and trashy tv shows.
I FEAR: love, and hatred.
I HEAR: God speaking to me sometimes.
I WONDER: how my future will map out.
I REGRET: once loving two people who shouldn’t be loved by me.
I AM NOT: as nice and giving now as I used to be in the past.
I DANCE: EDT, salsa, and to club music.
I SING: softly and tunelessly.
I CRY: a lot. period.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: how you think me to be.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: signs for my HI friends.
I WRITE: to remember, to vent, to hide, to reveal.
I CONFUSE: myself all the time.
I NEED: to retain an untouched childlike core to keep myself sane in this crazy world.
I SHOULD: to be more confident.
I START: by stumbling forward.
I FINISH: when I finally realise it is time to.
I LOVE: you.
I REMEMBER: selectively.
mid-noon
hand in hand
metalic surroundings
grey but colourless
footsteps, tv advertisements,
murmurs
the roar of the incoming train goodbye, i said
rushing to the doors
no hug, the forgotten kiss goodbye, he said
a pull backwards
a hug
a kiss on the forehead
a gentle wave