Wednesday, December 28, 2011

i still miss you.
but its almost like a dreamy miss
its not longing anymore.
i dont long, yearn, for you anymore.
its not sad anymore.
i'm not sad.
it doesnt hurt anymore.
it doesnt hurt to think about you
to remember you
how you talked
and your silly laugh
and your adorable accent.
you are slowly
little by little
my memory.
i cant say i really mind.
its for the best.
my life is okay,
i must admit.
i leave in nine days.
and i cut my hair.
although im positive you already know.
im sure you know
where i am
how i am
where im going
why im going
how im going
when im going
with who im going.
you have a knack for knowing things.
im sure you know about this, too.
you could easily find it.
easily read it
if you wanted to.
you can easily contact me
talk to me
write me
see me
if you wanted to.
even if you dont, though.
i will be alright.
i will be fine.

you should be too.

take care of yourself.

i have

i have just about nine days.
nine days.
9 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i cannot contain my excitement =D =D =D

Monday, December 26, 2011


"i cant. i caaaant"
she managed between laughs.
"its so haard"

"just for a second. you can do it. now hold still"

she tried to compose herself,
but it didnt work so well.
laughter kept slipping out.
"you dont know how difficult it is.
youre not the one doing it"

"i know, i know.
but its funnier with you. youre the girl, remember?"

"how can i forget?
youre such a guy that even if you were a girl
people would mistake you for a guy"
she retorted lovingly, with a smile.

"ill get you for that later, punk.
now hold still"
but he cracked a smile
and there was laughter in his eyes.

she finally managed to stop laughing
just for a few seconds
and he snapped the polaroid.
she spent the next ten minutes
laughing about it.
he chuckled a few times.
he later named it
'Mustache? or Clown Hat?'
it was published.
became famous.
and he didnt care.

he keeps the original with him, always.
that was the last picture
he took of her.
it was the last picture of her, period.
it was the last day she spent with him.

he misses her.
every day.
all the time.
all the time.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

i think the world stopped
once or twice.

when your eyes met mine
and i understood

and you didnt have to say a thing.

Thursday, December 08, 2011

the girl.

it reminds me so much of the book
1984 by George Orwell.
at first i thought they were puppets
because of the metal bars
on the left.

in the middle of a long workday
(14.3 hours to be exact)
they are allowed one lunch.
they all eat together,
in one room.

in the lunchroom full of men,
everyone looks down
no one meets anyone's eyes.
no one wants to see the emotion within.
pain, fatigue, shame.

there is but one girl.
dresses like a man
works like a man
eats like a lady
why she works there, no one knows.
how old she is, no one knows.
where shes from, no one knows.

rumour has it
her father died
mother fell ill
she has no brothers
and 2 younger sisters.

she keeps to herself always
does not even let her eyes flicker.
never says a word.

the men,
they don't care.
they can't.

i know, though.
the sash her aunt gave her
once on a visit.
said red was the color of sin,
the color of desire,
the color of appetite.
she wears it always
her aunt went missing 3 days later.
she hates questions
hates when people probe and pry.
thats why shes quiet

i dont know how i know
its like i  can hear her thoughts
and sometimes i think
she can hear mine.
(im in the green, with the drink)

Friday, December 02, 2011

where are you going, where have you been?

do you see him?
i do.
he's sitting on the arm of it.
sometimes he sits on the actual seat.

you don't see him?
he's wearing a gray suit.
and polished shoes.
and he has nice hair.

how can you not see him??
he's so captivating.
his eyes catch yours,
i mean mine,
and hold them.
and not to state the obvious, but
he's on a bright red couch
in the middle of the sidewalk.

i wonder if anyone else sees him.
what if its just me?
i was walking past one day,
he asked me why
i was in such a hurry.
i almost ignored him.
he asked if i would like to sit
for just a few seconds
and take a load off.

i took him up on the offer.
amazing what 3 seconds can do.
i never speed by anymore.
i always stop
i always sit down
-even if for just a second-
and take a second to breathe.

sometimes i talk.
i usually don't.
he's a very good listener.
he's very patient.
very understanding
and empathetic.

i've seen him stand
once or twice
i've seen him pace.
but he never crosses that
yellow line
like he's trapped behind it
or something.

i wish somebody would see him.
i wish everybody could see him.

i want to help him.
do you see him?