Tuesday 29 December 2009

Disarmed

I was swallowed by words that were none. I have viciously self-disarmed. Everything that were not right, I have overlooked. Efforts were dedicated to embrace discretion. I have mysteriously clad in another facade. Patience was all I have. I cannot be more surreptitious.

Responds to the same inquisition varied from time to time. Why are you always grey? Why am I always black and white? Come, let me help break the shell. Let me encourage. Emerge. This isn’t only about possession. I demand clarity. I am not restrained but I’m still your passenger. I could have abandoned this ride but circumstances expect me to take control and drive instead. As if all my efforts are inadequate.

Fortune tellers warned me. I never paid attention. I never shake off my obsession.

I could not swallow any more uncertainty. I could not abide to always give in and being the losing end. I would like to witness the release of efforts. Emerge.

Stay awake. It’s me who should be in doubt. And congratulations, you have passed your own test.

But my words are frail, not audible. They do not even convince me, perhaps they are untrue.” – Mew, Symmetry
Roll the window down, this cool night air is curious. Let the whole world look in, who cares who sees anything. I'm your passenger, I'm your passenger.” – Deftones, Passenger

Friday 11 December 2009

The Cold November Rain

Two years had passed. How lovely.

November was cold and raining, in favour of my liking. As my body leaned against the wind my mind got blown away with thoughts of the distant future. Very entertaining indeed. Even better than the real thing.

Today could have been raining but the rain was on fire. I could have done a random thing like being there. But when the opportunity is excellent, the situation is always unfortunate. I resent these circumstances. I feel ire. Have I not always been prescient?

I’m not really comfortable with this invisibility.

Don’t sleep, there are ambiguities to contemplate and amends to make.

Drive faster.

And so fear me, December.” – Mew, Apocalypso
I think I’m dumb. Or maybe just happy.” – Nirvana, Dumb