You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything.
My feet are cold, but the coldness is harsher when they meet the tiles. My whole body is cold, but the scorching heat is unbearable to others. I am not sick however. Everything I touch and feel are cold to my senses. It could be of fasting without sahur, it could be of fasting without eating yesterday's sungkai and today's sahur. But I'm not fasting because I can't, still.- - -The room is empty like you are.
You came in looking for an answer to a question, but you realise now that it was never a question. It was merely a statement you have always wanted to confess.
You don’t need an answer, you need him.
Alone, sitting against a wall, you think that if you had swallowed your pride, as bitter as it was, got down on your knees and begged him not to go, maybe, just maybe --
You drum fingers against the wall before turning to face it.
You cup your hands around your mouth and whisper to it (not a secret, a declaration), I still love you, you confess. The words you should have said. You get onto your knees, and raise your voice. I still love you, you say, and it’s not a question.
You press your lips against the wall (not a kiss goodbye, never that), and his face flickers into view behind your eyelids then dulls like a dying flame.
The wall tastes like loss, abandonment and the slow gradual rusting of a heart.
Well.. that was decent for something written in less than half an hour. It felt different too, since it's the first to be inspired from real life experience. Uhuh I lack life.
I'll be going now because my tolerance towards dizziness might take its toll, and I might edit this post when ... I'm not feeling dizzy and weak, or I want to.
I is strong. I can take it - be it heartcrushing and whatnot. I can live through this smoothly.
I miss London - that place where no one knows who you are and where you can be whoever you want to be.
le pretty chandelier, ground floor of the old people's apartment we stayed in
second floor, near the stairs of Dickens' house.
those were 7-8 days of our breakfast and supper, and we lived through it without a grumbling stomach. :D I looove the instant noodle cup - the BIG blue/green one!
just outside our window. In the early morn', and the snow prettily(vocab of mah wurld, let me show you it) flew.
Don't y'all love lomo? I'm loving the lomography~
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le pretty chandelier, ground floor of the old people's apartment we stayed in
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