Thursday, July 13, 2006
with this bottle, i rid thee of emociones.
21:56 13-07-2006
A massive tsunami attack of emotions swallowed me whole and i drowned in a state of utter confusion. So overwhelmed, i gasped; my fingers numbed against the keys of the board. O-h-m-y and a strangled sigh, a barely audible "God!"
They were running faster than i could catch them, flowing like water between my fingers. They can't go, they can't leave me or i'll be empty here. Emptier than any echoing vessel. All i could feel caressing my skin was fear. All the strands of hair standing upright do not denote courage and strength or even readiness; fight -- the first line of defence. It's desperate fear that underlie my often misread actions. But why am i obligated to justify myself anyway.
We do not judge, and leave it only to those who holds power, for judgement only serves to blind us of the truth. And biasness, on either side, will only push us farther from the fence. I refuse to be blinded when i'm still blessed with the sense of sight. Don't take my privilege away, rather, don't snatch my rights away from me.
They're gone now. Just emotions, you say?
As fast as they come surging forward, they left just as fast too. I'm back at hello hollow, venus trap temporarily closed for the season. Only the lingering bitter aftertaste of stolen touches, unwarranted -- the ocassional pokes (avoidable and redundant), the slight stroke on the upper arm (a gentle reminder of an impending danger?), the caress of the cheek by a distant memory (i don't know you, sorry).
I'm not a tickle-me Elmo. Lay off.
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fara // 22:00
with this bottle, i rid thee of emociones.
21:56 13-07-2006
A massive tsunami attack of emotions swallowed me whole and i drowned in a state of utter confusion. So overwhelmed, i gasped; my fingers numbed against the keys of the board. O-h-m-y and a strangled sigh, a barely audible "God!"
They were running faster than i could catch them, flowing like water between my fingers. They can't go, they can't leave me or i'll be empty here. Emptier than any echoing vessel. All i could feel caressing my skin was fear. All the strands of hair standing upright do not denote courage and strength or even readiness; fight -- the first line of defence. It's desperate fear that underlie my often misread actions. But why am i obligated to justify myself anyway.
We do not judge, and leave it only to those who holds power, for judgement only serves to blind us of the truth. And biasness, on either side, will only push us farther from the fence. I refuse to be blinded when i'm still blessed with the sense of sight. Don't take my privilege away, rather, don't snatch my rights away from me.
They're gone now. Just emotions, you say?
As fast as they come surging forward, they left just as fast too. I'm back at hello hollow, venus trap temporarily closed for the season. Only the lingering bitter aftertaste of stolen touches, unwarranted -- the ocassional pokes (avoidable and redundant), the slight stroke on the upper arm (a gentle reminder of an impending danger?), the caress of the cheek by a distant memory (i don't know you, sorry).
I'm not a tickle-me Elmo. Lay off.
fara // 22:00
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