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Sunday, 13 February 2005

Ache

It is so hard to want something very much and not be able to have it. It is even worse, when it affects your heart in ways that you can never predict or control. The smallest things make you happy, and the smallest things throw you in sadness and despair... Resistance is futile.

Saturday, 12 February 2005

Sunset of Feelings

Strange how a single picture is sometimes such an accurate mirror of one's heart.

Faces

Last night I found out some not so pleasant details about a friend of mine and assuming they are true to the extent they were described to me (I have no reason to disregard the source), it really got me thinking that we don't really know anyone out there.. Things we keep to ourselves and never let people find out, up until now I thought meant not telling little things about ourselves, like our aversion to kidneys or the fact that we tend to think of "things" as having emotions and treating them kindly.. (ok, so I am weird).. I never knew that people could be hiding things that are SO distant from their real selves that you barely recognise them by their actions anymore...

Friday, 11 February 2005

The dreaded day is approaching

I am so agitated. Valentine's day is approaching, and I am alone, yet again. Never once in 28 years, have I been in love and in a relationship on this day.. Such an irritating reminder of my own "bad luck"? Or simply another coincidence after so many? I wonder..

Well well well..

One small step for man, one giant leap for internet to have me. Since this is the first post, I am hereby welcoming myself to it.
PS. All poetry under this post was written before I ever started this blog, but through the magic of editing, I have now placed all the poems in their proper chronological order. So in one marvelous move I have hereby joined past, present & future and you are able to read what went on in my head before blogger even existed.
Not that you would want to know anyway.. but... Hmm... Nevermind.
Pfffff.