mediators never work. (its proven)
i will leave you alone,
and not interfere anymore.
if that is what makes you happy,
cos seriously,
i just want you to be.
,said yen at 10:03 PM | 5 comments.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
new year.
its time for a change.
(which may or may not happen.)
right now,
i just want to
sleep till the sun burns out-
,said yen at 8:47 PM | 1 comments.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
smile like you mean it.
"blessed are the forgetful for they forget the better of their blunders."
is this raw emotion, or melodrama?
i cant tell.
,said yen at 2:19 AM | 0 comments.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
one weekend.
and i feel so immensely sad for all of them.
and i cant help it cos i love them all so much.
):
,said yen at 9:26 PM | 1 comments.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
now it feels that i'm starless, im ready to burn out.
is this how it goes?
posting a day before my last paper.
(this feels oh-so melodramatic)
so yesterday was weird,
like a bad dream.
i'm sorry x and l.
and c too,
for reasons that are obvious.
e, hang in there.
and j, thanks for letting me pour out some worries just before everyone decided to get into the car.
and r, having no mood to talk is too lame an excuse. im sorry.
m, i hope you're alright. pple can be so demanding.
the truth is,
the As are still looming large
and i want some time for myself.
is that too much to ask?
(so much for freedom.)
and please, dont assume.
how i feel like im starless
im ready to fade now
and how i feel like i'm starless
i'm hopeless and grayed out
somehow i feel like i'm starless
i'm ready to fade now
and now i feel like im starless
im ready to burn out
more substantial posts after this is over. promise.
,said yen at 11:34 AM | 1 comments.
Friday, November 17, 2006
lucky number 7_
one more week.
till freedom?
but still i cant wait, for
roadtrips
answers
over-priced toffee nut latte
east coast nights
truth
honesty
music
christmas
(okay this doesnt end, but its helping me think less of that demoralising paper3 yday)
the mystery's gone, bring back the sun
,said yen at 12:18 PM | 1 comments.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
we will become silhouettes till our bodies finally go.
" I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking
and sent him down the sky. "
-william cory
this was the poem that struck me in lecture today.
was thinking of the 2/3 of us.
wasabi therapy.airport days.rambling on and on.the dreams of outings that never materialised.the hope of some form of connection.
everything will be alright.
the key is to keep breathing.
and I'm looking through the glass where
the light bends at the cracks and I'm
screaming at the top of my lungs
pretending the echoes belong to someone I used to know
and we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
"It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.”
-Agatha Christie
,said yen at 9:33 PM | 0 comments.
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