April 2010
21 posts
change of space, my new tumblr ;D follow, follow,... →
on my prescription to this disarray.
i found your old t-shirt, under a pile of fabric mess. i cuddled it around my arms, took a colossal sniff and got oh-so-high.
of betting it all.
ME: so you've never gambled in your whole life?
HE: i have. i gambled my whole life on you.
of solitary stimulation.
ABIR: i'm so lonely, in this big house with no one!
ME: why don't you get urself a roommate?
ABIR: oh, no no no! then i wont be able to watch porn.
March 2010
32 posts
on singing a new lullaby.
i am on a harsh mattress and a wooly pillow that sounds brittle; frozen despite the cacoon of cotton wrapped around me. this is a trap. and fatigue was my bait. yet I can’t seem to fall asleep; only fallen into perpetual thoughts and useless memories, distorted images of victories and defeat.
i’m too old to imagine a narrative out of this surrealistic chronicle. i’m too old to believe that...
on the cycle down.
i cant get that thought of you out of my head. should i not feel hurt? should i not bear the issue towards my inability to stop you? maybe it does bother me a lot, maybe i am apprehensive. maybe i want to snivel and extract all my aches before you. i know you’re not perfect, and in time, i’ll realize, that’s all you’ll ever be. that you’re exactly the way i feel about myself.
on the idealist VS the realist.
i wanted a tongue piercing. i wanted a nose piercing. i wanted a tattoo that reads “refined”. i wanted a higher-end laptop.
but my boyfriend said no. my girlfriend said my nose was too flat. i don’t want to be a granny with a tattoo. and i’d get an expensive mobile phone instead ;D
