Monday, April 30, 2007
With clenched fists and teeth.
I am a Brave girl. I twist my head, fingers and toes to every bad situation I'm placed in, so that I get a better view and perspective of it, in order to squeeze out some Joy out of it. I take my chances, I'm prepared for change. Change is good, or so I like to convince myself. I walk into the foreign familiarity of certain circumstances, say a prayer and take the next step forward to seek a way out, or find my way in. If there was no light, would we have eyes?
I'm sitting adjacent to the lift outside my "home", emo-ing away. It's been pretty mellow lately. I wish Tinkerbell were here to shower some fairy dust on me and take me to Never Never Land. I would want to meet a queer boy like Peter Pan.
I apologise for my previous reckless post. It was really quite foolish. Things are not really better now, but sometimes, I must confess, ignorance is bliss. I think everyone has a dustbin. Stuff that we give up, let go, we dispose of them into our dustbin. Sometimes the bin really reeks, because its not like we really got rid of them, so it keeps piling, and piling into a heap of refuse (and regrets). I think my pile just got a bit larger. And the stench can be quite overpowering.
Ok, that didn't make much sense.
I am honestly tired. Encountered a couple of nice people today. I was quite happy.
Fleeting moments aren't exactly, merely temporal. I love your two-second (probably shorter) look, where our glances collide, ephemeral at most, unsuspectingly.
tried to hunch; 7:38 PM