one thing i hate about blogger. i can't figure out why my entry titles don't show up! and i can't enable comments either. oh well..
solitude at night is arresting. the darkness shines clear. quietness swamps my soul. sometimes i walk past and i don't remember. initially i did. every morning when i woke up to school. it was inevitable really, you chose a spot that was never really out of sight. perched on my balcony window i could even see it from way over here. the street lamp casting an empty desolated spotlight, and i used to weep uncontrollably as memories crashed down wave after wave.
they say time heals all wounds. not really. if it heals why can i still remember? time makes one forget doesn't it. time and tide waits for no man but it certainly sweeps me up in its flow.. cos i still remember. no no i'm looking over my shoulder certainly silly me. remembrance doesn't make a pathetic matyr out of me. it is merely some flashback, some anamnesis that i safekeep as a souvenir. a memento. the bond is cut i say. no more bridges. no more ghostly counterpoints of the past to surface as epiphanies in the present.
only a feeling that's resurfaced too many times. cliched, till i don't even know what other word is there to describe it. till the word is overused. till i cling on to the word and not the meaning; till i latch on to the memory and not the feeling. sighh.. i've wallowed so long in liquidated expired swamps that when my subliminal self has already broken the surface, i've yet to know.
oh god i pray everyday you'll reign as the king of my heart. but nobody's come to claim the throne. or maybe there isn't even a throne.

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