I see you.
Blood.
Sweat.
Tears.
But I wasn't there.
I feel you.
Joy.
Stress.
Sadness.
But I wasn't there.
I hear you.
Laughter.
Grumble.
Whimper.
But I wasn't there.
I was a part, apart.
Like some missing piece.
I wanted to reach
Out into where you are.
But I wasn't there.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
C12H22O11
Should I wait for the sugar to down this bitter pill?
'Cause it's been sitting here for a while
In my closed mouth, on my very tongue.
Should I wait to trade sadness for a smile?
Water might be cold,
And it just might do the trick.
But the fleeting moment through my throat,
Might make me yearn the kick.
I might just get used to
The pricks my buds feel.
The plastic must have melted
But I'm waiting here still.
(8:19 7/27/2012 Dorm Room) He didn't reply.
'Cause it's been sitting here for a while
In my closed mouth, on my very tongue.
Should I wait to trade sadness for a smile?
Water might be cold,
And it just might do the trick.
But the fleeting moment through my throat,
Might make me yearn the kick.
I might just get used to
The pricks my buds feel.
The plastic must have melted
But I'm waiting here still.
(8:19 7/27/2012 Dorm Room) He didn't reply.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
"You may look for it - but don't waste your time looking for it." (Pascual, 2012)
On looking for a rare blood cell in a blood smear...
...but I related it to the constant quest for love.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Crispy Nuggets of Wisdom #1: The Pen
When I was younger, I couldn't understand the need to shift from using pencils to using pens. Why would anyone want to write with something you can't erase? Now, I guess grown ups have their own twisted way of showing you that when we get older, there are some things we couldn't take back.
P.S. And when we try to cover our mistakes with the same pen, we only make things messier.
P.S. And when we try to cover our mistakes with the same pen, we only make things messier.
Monday, July 30, 2012
L'il Red Riding Hood
L'il Red Riding Hood
Amanda Seyfried
For the Love that don't fit in the mold.
For the Love that strives to exist.
For Love. For Love.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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