caillou
Ayuni, needs a job :)
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Tuesday, 26 June 2007
overkilled.
my today had to go this way,without caring less what is in need of my attention,stayed at the corner of the room, curled, head's down.tucked these hands between the knees and chest, fists clenched.the air was still, vision was dark. when it was only, about a quarter to 4.the space was distant, far, very far away from where the mind thought it was. hush baby,hush.brought these palms to my face, just to realise, i was giving myself a good cry. hot streams of what you call tears, gushed like how the weather would drizzle.trembled hard, couldn't even sense the floor i was on.the mind envisioned, of what i call a venerated soul claiming its loss.for what seemed a few minutes, i made 2hours pass with this kept down emotion.tried the hardest to eliminate what i call love, and empty this organ that's so full of uncertainty, grotesque confession, needed truth, wanting fidelity.how could you be so blessed?how did you hold such charm?how could i...wanting no sympathy at all, wanting no sympathy.who said i'm alright.so, done?