You may move the clouds around, or simply stare at the shocked apple.
You may move the clouds around, or simply stare at the shocked apple.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
You know I wish I can say I'm leading a colourful life.
But teaching paints my whole social scene to a slushy grey.
Whatever happened to the satisfactory of red, the excitement of orange, the brightness of yellow and just that occasional dash of gold?
They are all hung off by the unsightly grey of dull colleagues and ingrateful snobs.
Gosh.
My sky is painted depressing blue for the following years.
9:19 PM
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Inanimate.
Would be a great feeling if I could ever be.
Nothing but to view the world from tainted glass beads.
Nothing but to be numb and hollow.
Nothing but to have painted make-up piled on such mask.
Nothing but to dress up to the nines.
Nothing but to gather dust and begone with worn-out warmth from its owner.
Nothing but to feel naught when loneliness engulfs as my white naive dress stains yellow over time.
I'll give anything to be inanimate.
Anything at all.
Anything in the world to replace the present.
12:09 AM
Monday, July 21, 2008
I.have.been.defeated.
So.thoroughly.that.it.hurts.
All these masks they wear,
Are nothing but illusions.
What lies beneath was all they claim not.
The suffocating hurt can't be released other ways.
All the superficial cut does was to release a fraction of the pain.
7:50 PM
Monday, July 14, 2008
Christian:
I was made for loving you, Baby
You were made loving me.
Satine:
The only way to love me, Baby was to pay me a lovely fee.
How much for the peak period of a woman?
Just how much will a girl then be enough for a man?
10:03 PM