addiction

i fear i will never taste another drop of coffee again…

garis

there’s a fine line between

• companionship and relationship
• used to and being used
• attraction and infatuation 

by the waters

listening to husky female voice singers seems to trigger my need to blog something profound. that attraction to sorrow seems to be kicking back into my system. i thought it has left and gone permanantly. it’s back and i’m so glad. welcome back self-made tears of mental pain.

i need to fall deep into the depth of calamity to see things in perspective of what i have lost and to appreciate what’s above and still alive up there.  thank you experience. thank you sorrow. thank you smile. thank you life.

the one that got away

i might have actually let the best thing slipped away from my hands, without putting up a real fight.

the wind

the night was clear as the full moon lit it up and all things were clear. the breeze was blowing softly with a dead cold to it. i could hear the crickets, chirping away. i lost track of time standing there doing absolutely nothing. suddenly, a breeze like any other one, blew passed me and i had goosebumps and hair stood behind my neck out of the blue. and the crickets stopped making noise. and i thought to myself, at that moment, it was the death of sound. total silence and for a slight moment, i thought the people talking, toned down.

then as fast as it came, the goosebumps went away and the crickets were back chirping again. it was either death itself or some unsettled soul seeking another host. damn, my mind’s playing tricks on me.