Tuesday, December 18, 2012

What?



An open mind, bubbling water and a glass flask with green liquid inside. Would you care to ask how I feel? Happy, empty, androgynous, concerned, sensitive, ambitious, sexual and yes of course belittled and common. I wrote on the first month of the year and I write again in the last, two people asked me, “You don’t write anymore?” I don’t remember what I said. Significance is like molten chocolate or good sex, after it has happened consumption is the only option. I was hopeful at the starting of the year, weak, vulnerable and gauging the height of muck in an open drain, I am energetic, spirited, lazy yet hopeful again. But the significance and intolerance of stillness that I fear stalls me. “Make me come baby, make me come, to the rhythm of life.”  

1 comment:

  1. now, this is quite of something that i've had read off-late... "Significance is like molten chocolate or good sex, after it has happened consumption is the only option..." -- TOO GOOD! u're good, gurl. keep 'em coming -- n, pen 'em down more often...

    [FYI: jst to wipe off d lurking question dat has popped up in Ur mind -- nope, i wasn't exactly stalking U. i did visit Ur fb page once today n found the link to Ur blog :) ]
    Cheerio!!!

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