October 2009
A Picture
Chapter 1
Last night you came to my dreams. You said, perhaps this is the best time to start a conversation.
You had such intense eyes. Your fringe brushed against your eyelashes as you flicked your head to sweep them aside. In my head, you were beautiful. When you spoke, I heard paradise. Your voice echoed in my heart and I was stunned, possibly indefinitely, until you shook me lightly....
A Picture
I write in short paragraphs, short chapters. I write in short memories, short ideas. I write a long winded love novel in a way that i hope I will remember as a memory.
Prologue
I start my story, usually, by being different. I don’t have a plan.
That is how it is. My life is of nothingness. Of unplanned schedules. Of dreams, at best.
They say a picture speaks a thousand words, so does a...
An Empty Monologue Between the Air and I
Empty dreams crisscrossing the air, above us is a set of stairs, a monologue of sorts. Dialogues between the stars and the red lady across the dining room. Our conversations span ages, time is not of the essence. A monologue, between you and I. To the wall i’ve been speaking, warm with my breath, i punched your number in its skin, hoping the blood would drench the engravings times spent...
Boy
i find myself sipping tea in the grand room. There was no airconditioner, but it was cool. The great drapes of the curtain parted and the sun shone in. It was a magnificent room to my delight and mine alone. The dolls on the floor at the corner of the room sat quietly. They shone with love and innocence. Maybe when i’m done with the tea and the scone, i will join them in the neverland that...
Untitled #352
‘The universe is exploding.’ ‘Then we need to go.’ We really needed to go. To run off. To leave. To not exist. Our plan was to disappear from the world completely. Our grand plan, and they thought it’ll be too difficult. They said, ’ That’s impossible.’ The exact words. ‘It’s racing.’ ‘Then let’s join in.’ If...
JigglyWiggle
On a little stray road was a little stray cat. It was not a kitten, so nobody took him home. He wandered the lonely path and led an empty life. Until he stumble upon this one girl he liked. Catgirl was sure that this little boy was not alright, It was definitely because of his sad empty eyes. A cat may live a life of solitude, but cats like, Catgirl, cannot survive alone. She reached out her arms...
