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Thursday, May 10, 2007
i feel so so very rusty with my writing. posting again in this blog will hopefully help me reinkindle that love for writing that i once had. damn. it's just been so long and i started to hate myself for not being able to write at least the most random thoughts that have popped into my head this summer. it sucks that there are moments wherein i feel so excited at writing something and when i finally get around to actually writing it, the image, memory, thought and realization just seemingly fades away. as with the other aspects of my life that have continually faded away. oh man, now is not yet the time to get all emotional.
on to seeimingly more boring things, how has been my summer so far? well, it's not one that stands out, unlike summer of last year, or the summer of two years before, but it certainly has its own zest and special moments.
see, that's just as boring as i get right now.
leaving with a poem coz i kinda want to improve on that field again.
(untitled)
i can see the silent city lights
and they all seem like tiny dots on the dark horizon
wanting to burst out of the night
blazing into the morning sunshine
but now is not the time
stil too early to break
the serentity of the night's sanctuary
and they all just freeze in their places
inhaling the fading moments of the darkness
with eyes closed and shut ears.
they're asleep but still aware.
and that's what makes these lights special,
even when they seem to be glimmering dimly
there comes a moment when they'll all shine
thoroughly, without stopping.
the morning light ends with the blanket of night.
little shards, memories of toil and tears.
glimmering. dimly glimmering.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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