Monday, May 25, 2009

snow on the sahara

I was an imploding garden sprinkler within his radius. My word bank seemed almost at bankruptcy. My brain cells in silent chaos. I have never seen him look with so much radiance. And his magnet eyes, God knew how one little red paperclip I was.

I guess I missed him like how much joy the plants feel on months of summer with no rain. Maybe, I'm not making any sense, but I had been miles worse than this before. I couldn't allow myself to risk falling though both my feet are less than an inch closer to the cliff. I do but I can't. And everything and everyone fades to a blur, just because there was only two and a half feet distance in between. I took my drugs and five cups of coffee. Anything to keep my head from completely withdrawing from reality, but it only served a quarter of its purpose. I figured I needed something stronger only because I was leaping towards my weakest.

He seemed to be a right pick, but still inappropriate. One and one does not always make two. And then, when he's way away, he doesn't seem so right at all. We're two colors from the same spectrum. And though at times it may appear as a good combination, at most, it would lack a certain amount of vibrance. We're both too much enjoying the solitary state of our youth.

I walk the face of this Earth where feminism rules exist. Or maybe, it has been an attempt of taking a lesser evil of selfishness. I simply refuse the urge of sitting on tables marked 'Reserved' no matter how fantastic the spot it occupies. Especially seats "reserved" by people you know. Most importantly seats "reserved" by people I had some form of "bond" with, once upon a time. A seat smeared with her juice. A joystick her molecules onced toyed. And I have a passive pussy, thankyouverymuch. You simply don't mess with vultures hovering on their prey.


...you are lost out in the desert...
but to stand with you in the ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
from mirages in your sight...
...and if we burn away
I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara...
- "Snow on the Sahara" by Anggun



...:::j u l i e:::....

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