07.04.08
varicella caught me. see now, i have pox. the ride way home was tension-filled.
mom's 1 liner never got past through it. and dad just stared.
words seemingly died out from everyone.
i broke in tears.
07.05.08
there were too many emotions, even those i never expected.
a night wouldnt be enough to unload excess baggage.
there was just too much to feel.
07.06.08
--out of words--
07.07.08
these are the times when you really wont worry about how much
time has slipped or passed you by and how much
of it you spent wisely.
these are the times when you remember only ONE
significant memory.
the memory of my long time french guy with his
ever desperate housewife.
t&e blowing candles and cakes for sailing
1 year as a couple.
"kimi, get well soon okiez?
we miss you na."
love lots,
mai2 and lai2.
(my santa elves, thanks for the early xmas.)
07.09.08
3:44 pm
these are the times when i'd have to drag myself and curl on
the floor as the room temp rises as high as 38C. so
high that a trip to the cr would be vain.
and now, i lay between margins with this
tissue paper resting on a line that separates me from
what's sterile and what's not. with my lips
half an inch away from kissing the floor.
and my corpse
pulled and pushed halfway by the air i have too much of but
do not want and by another air, the one felt only through
the vision swag of leaves, the one i have so little of
and feel so little of.. but still chase.
so i think of being under the sheets inside this oveen.
but
with no more stories to write on what was and on they who
choose to remain dormant between pillows and their cases,
i end these right-handed strokes with a period.
and though i am scarred by the lapse,
i have no choice but to rest my pen.
and call it a d-a-y.
07.10.08
6 days alone in a room. without the slightest connection
to the world.
6 days. and counting.
