Friday, June 25, 2004
frankly, to maintain an absolute honesty is morbid. in the end, I don't have much left
this quarter ends as exactly how I expected
exactly how, I don't really know
Poet says with her maggots at 6:06 PM
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
woke up at 4AM, not too sure about the dream just had, most likely the one with a lot of chocolate and other sweets involved. that until now my stomache is fairly sour.
my instinct tells me to come here to meet you, then you are not there. what is it that is calling me in such great force of insist then
Poet says with her maggots at 4:20 AM
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
mother fucking fuck.
my car broke off, I think it's because of me stupidly abusing the batteries.
my dear little car, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get better for me, I promise you that I will feed you double fudge chocolate chip cookie from now on, PLEASE PLEASE get better.
because I can't live without you, baby
Poet says with her maggots at 10:53 PM
Sunday, June 20, 2004
the world inside that photo only makes me shiver a bit more. eventually you never came to take me to the place you promised.
until now, I finally could taste a bit of your grief. the photo papar has a tip as sharp as a knife.
all I wanted to know is the diminishing years within that photograph. guessing the smell of the air with all the weathered flowers. the moss at the wall cornersit alway greens way too fast
the memories rise up slowly
brew a cup of hot coffee, drink some and stubbornly thought that until the last minute we finally learnt there won't be anyone to comfort during crying. growing up is such a tiring mission, but there's no way back
within the blink of an eye I am trapped in a fully developed adult body
the differently between dream and reality starts to crush in with all those ideals fromed once-upon-a-time
what do we have left except for those funny struggles
let's start to head home
Poet says with her maggots at 11:16 PM
