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A void
I think I lost a friend today.
My condolences.
No, not to death. But similar to it, I suppose.
To what then?
To silence.
To space.
To a void. (Avoid.)
Lost words float on a wave with no sound.
Memories dip, falter, and are taken in, in an instant swell of emotion.
Wave after wave after wave,
I send a flying kiss to find you in the depths.
I promise not to wait on the shore
or to bother with prayers.
It is enough,
somehow enough,
to survive such tragedies.
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
Jump left
This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me
Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts
Tell me facts
Throw your arms around me.
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My condolences.
No, not to death. But similar to it, I suppose.
To what then?
To silence.
To space.
To a void. (Avoid.)
Lost words float on a wave with no sound.
Memories dip, falter, and are taken in, in an instant swell of emotion.
Wave after wave after wave,
I send a flying kiss to find you in the depths.
I promise not to wait on the shore
or to bother with prayers.
It is enough,
somehow enough,
to survive such tragedies.
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
Jump left
This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me
Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts
Tell me facts
Throw your arms around me.
5AM sadness. blah-ness.
I'm up so early today. I don't know if it's because I'm used to it or if sleep is depriving me of its escape. The day has begun. More time to think. More time for torture.
Right now, everything is so hazy. I woke up in fog when I broke away. This path, it's leading me elsewhere, to so many other options which would never have sprung up if I remained. I'm afraid of where it will lead.
Why do I always need to 'wait and see.' What is with waiting, with time, with timing. We are swallowed up by minutes and we think we 'manage' time.
What is there to see. To be honest? So much. Maybe we can see together. Maybe we see different things now. Or have we always seen apart? Maybe we see things that aren't there. So, are we holding on for a future? Holding on for the glories of the past? Or for a future like the past? Both don't exist anymore though, what now?
What is a 'relationship'? People relating. People re-lating. A back-and-forth gesture. Like a lonesome wave. Hello, goodbye. See you later.
And feelings are relative.
What are you feeling?
I am relative-ly alone. Apart from you. A part of you.
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Right now, everything is so hazy. I woke up in fog when I broke away. This path, it's leading me elsewhere, to so many other options which would never have sprung up if I remained. I'm afraid of where it will lead.
Why do I always need to 'wait and see.' What is with waiting, with time, with timing. We are swallowed up by minutes and we think we 'manage' time.
What is there to see. To be honest? So much. Maybe we can see together. Maybe we see different things now. Or have we always seen apart? Maybe we see things that aren't there. So, are we holding on for a future? Holding on for the glories of the past? Or for a future like the past? Both don't exist anymore though, what now?
What is a 'relationship'? People relating. People re-lating. A back-and-forth gesture. Like a lonesome wave. Hello, goodbye. See you later.
And feelings are relative.
What are you feeling?
I am relative-ly alone. Apart from you. A part of you.
Labels:
insomnia,
loneliness
K, such a talented person.
So there are many, many ways to leave forever;
» So we take a stroll down a park we’ve known all our lives while we lived here (there are many lives to leave), every step away from the train station also a step towards an approaching departure.
» Behind us, streetlamps blink to life one by one, illuminating all we’ve passed through. Before us, the park teems with strangers, and it is only by the sound of your steps that I know, I know you.
» So sound never really disappears after it has been cast, because that is the nature of a wave; it continues, threads itself onto the next crest, becomes new. He sits in the middle of the bridge that spans across the lake, weaves a song on strained strings. Above the unmoving water, he floats between.
» This city has taught us how to be alone. Unfurls what we keep close and fisted, spreads distances deep where light is faint. Where we are ‘touched’, sightless, fleeting. So that even as we walk together, “you” are also thousands of years away.
READ MORE.
-Kae Batiquin
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» So we take a stroll down a park we’ve known all our lives while we lived here (there are many lives to leave), every step away from the train station also a step towards an approaching departure.
» Behind us, streetlamps blink to life one by one, illuminating all we’ve passed through. Before us, the park teems with strangers, and it is only by the sound of your steps that I know, I know you.
» So sound never really disappears after it has been cast, because that is the nature of a wave; it continues, threads itself onto the next crest, becomes new. He sits in the middle of the bridge that spans across the lake, weaves a song on strained strings. Above the unmoving water, he floats between.
» This city has taught us how to be alone. Unfurls what we keep close and fisted, spreads distances deep where light is faint. Where we are ‘touched’, sightless, fleeting. So that even as we walk together, “you” are also thousands of years away.
READ MORE.
-Kae Batiquin
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