They had always intended to have a permanent ink that symbolizes them; not one with their initials but maybe some quote or connected design—and they’d name the constellation after them. Remember how she had wanted freckles on both sides of her cheekbones so much? Days went by and he always reminded her that they’re growing…he’s the only one who observes her with such intensity. See, he meekly waited and hoped for those little freckles to appear so he could see her smile, all peppy and elated. A couple who has no other distinctive similarities other than the habit of biting the fingernails to deep nubs whenever nervous; they encouraged each other of the negative aspects of doing so n they grow their nails together patiently, day after day. Happiness cannot be owned or earned, but it is the spiritual experience of living every minute together with love and patience. Do you know what she feels? This quote came to her, “We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.”

—archive (May 2011)

Every sunrise is a beginning; a new arrival.
We stretch ourselves and inhale deep breaths of the surrounding air filled of exultation, joy, depression, hatred and anger.
There comes a crowd of happiness in many moments of our lives, but also unexpected unhappiness.
The dark might be smirking at your doorstep, waiting to attack on any given chances and weaklings.
We still welcome every guest honorably.
Be grateful for whoever comes in, for each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
Every sunset does not mean an ending.
We look forward to a brand new day, a new arrival.

—archive (April 2011)

Lost again on a cold damp Sunday. Wobbling thighs, open up her ribs like how she opens her heart to you. Maybe she should have opened up the door and walk out. Morning elegance she wears, pouring daydream of your perfect face in a cup and leaves her hanging, all the time. Never told you how you are the dark ocean bottom and she is the fast sinking anchor. No, not crying. Because that’s forbidden. The thunder wakes her up in the middle of the night, and tell me why she could fall for a stranger like you. She told me you’re always there, or at the least, half-there, whilst tears fall like berries down her cheeks to her smiling lips.

I will hold on hope and I will not choke. These poor energies should long have been chased away, and now what’s left of it is convinced into positive light from that beacon across a thousand miles on the sea bed for me to rest my head. Chose mint blend hot green tea on a Thursday morning. Mouth so cooling of fresh mint and notes of law will stay safe in my head. I asked for tomatoes and cucumbers, to push away the razor blade in my throat. Thought about last night, how big attitude and reality blinded us and once again with my weakness I found my strength. Even with this castle I built, it’s almost like how every thirteen year old girls dream of having. 6.45 a.m. with fresh footprints ready to leave new imprints of the day I work another way and a little harder each time round. There will be no chokes if there are hopes.

1:27am the air smells like crisp morning air, summoned by conscious recollection of the sweet joyous occasion 2 days back. If only time could stop there, I wouldn’t mind—lots of singing, dancing, cheerful applause and smiles of heartfelt joy. No tension, no love lost and hate, that’s how life should be like, no?
We are all individuals having different personalities and mindsets, it’s insurmountable to completely mesh with one another and especially that all of us are perfectly imperfect. but when we all come together as a family, that’s when we compromise and stay together as one no matter what happens. Spread the love xx