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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

And so it is.

just like you said it would be- wrenching my hand from yours will always be torture; i soon learn how any argument about the impossiblity of a chance at the return form is like convincing a child afraid of the dark the true nature of shadows.

Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you
until i-

i don't even want to go there. not just yet.

-

And so i reopened an old book that i once recommended to you not so long ago, memories that i now have to try to put aside because to remember is to feel once more a mortal explosion in my heart. I flipped the yellowed pages, and i found this,

each time they tried to resolve the conflict they only inflamed their feelings even more... (this) gave them the opportunity to evoke many other trivial quarrels from many other dim and turbulent dawns. resentments stirred up other resentments, reopened old scars, turned them into fresh wounds, and both were dismayed at the desolating proof that in so many (months) of conjugal battling they had done little more than nuture their rancor.

that made me smile, very slightly.

posted by voyeur @ 8/03/2005 02:23:00 AM

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Soul Satellite.

And tonight, the wind carried with it a very soft but familiar tune that stirred her senses, one from behind the rustic steely gates where the garden lay.

You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.

i never quite needed to call on you; you knew my heartache from a distance. my secret garden you'll always be, a place where i've always known myself best, and where the sweetest scented roses brought me comfort; my magic carpet you'll always be, transporting me to another world, one i could only dream of, but just for awhile.

posted by voyeur @ 8/02/2005 01:43:00 AM

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Friday Night Therapy

was 7 hours of mahjong, a whole lot of chocolates, chips, instant noodles, and girlfriends.

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mahjong and girlfriends!

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and one of our nice wins amongst many others, with my mj partner sinyee! ;)

posted by voyeur @ 7/31/2005 04:11:00 AM