unscramble my thoughts

deaths highlight mortality

mortality reminds me to live

deaths tell me to let live

life shows me how to die a little

time forces me to speed

experience says i should have known better

memories sit in a corner

spaces scream 'fill me up'

milestone says mark the calendar

the heart says 'Forgive'

the brain says 'Forget'

i am confused

i wish i still matter

i am unmoved and i am scared

incisive

my ideal job would be to do nothing but write occasionally, laugh unpretentiously and to wander incautiously.

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i don't mean to be rude, it is an innocuous practice to challenge a remark with retort, it makes people think, it leads to brilliant play of words, it colors.

books

Shakespeare and Company

i deem a book good if some passages in its pages struck me, planted in me, moved me.

i deem a book good if its words jump out in my mind, uninvited, unintentionally, at the right time, to soothe the wrong feelings.

i deem a book good if i tell myself to get it for keepsake.

i deem a book good, for company.

i deem a book good, for memories.

i deem a book good, as an escapade.

stories

i heard a story, and it was a story of a girl, burnt to death.

the history was brief, her life a misery, ending's a tragedy. i hope she had happy days, real happy ones, knowing that most of her days were hell.

more often than not, sufferings are brought upon an individual by others, some are born into it, some are cornered, some didn't know better.

i'm sure most of you are curious as to what is her story, what happened and how did it happen, but i choose to respect the dead, eventhough i do not know you, but your story touched my heart and i feel sad. may you rest in peace.



i heard another story,recently, also of a girl,in fact a woman, being abused.

it is unfortunate, uncalled for, sad.

noone deserves to be abused, no matter the scale of wrongdoings done. wrong decisions made, and wrong turnings took. noone is deserving of another hand laying on her flesh, unless it is out of love. noone is above another.

i hope it ends soon.

we so need each other

XX : we love to cuddle..
XY : we love to cuddle too, just with different women.

WORD