i'm okay

a couple of days ago i had a conversation with a friend, she blogs too, about writing anonymously. i said it would be easier to be honest. but then i thought, i don't want to hide my feelings, my thoughts. 

i am not ashamed for what i am going through and that i am dealing with most of it through writing.

well, sometimes this thick sadness washes over me, for no reason at all. or for no reason i can see. and then it helps me to write. it is one of my ways to handle the sadness. 

because i can. handle it, i mean. 

so please don't worry about me. 

even though i feel tired, i get up and eat colourful food, 
and breathe the cold air, and play my guitar. 

i honour my rituals, and i savour life. 

it's just a little harder. but it's ok.

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"The most violent element in society is ignorance."

-Emma Goldman

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life lately

one of the many things i never understood
is how people can be bored
when there is just always too little time
to just sit and think
about all the wonders and puzzles
this world holds.

megatherium

Love is like war: easy to begin, hard to end

"Desire was just the dumbest thing. 
You wanted what you wanted until it was yours. 
Then you didn't want it any more. 
You took what you had for granted until it was no longer yours. 
This, it seemed to her, 
was one of the crueller paradoxes of human nature."

--Ann Brashares

flawed memories

sitting on the bus, light is falling through the trees
i am asking myself: is this it? are these the moments i will remember one day
when i am thinking back to college days and being young
i feel the need to write down every thought
cause it is so easy to forget and loose

all those small yet so significant moments
all those words spoken, glances and smiles exchanged
all this music that is like nutrition to my soul
all those books that touch my heart

i want to capture it all
the good and the bad, all the feelings that i have
sometimes i look back
and even those days so full of excitement, freedom, peace and joy
and those deep in pain, desperation, sadness
are now so far away, blurred images, like dreams i can barely remember

i don't want to forget
and i don't want to be forgotten
afraid of oblivion