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it's hard to keep stopping

Monday, May 28, 2012


and starting.


okay, i cried 5 times watching this film.

Saturday, May 26, 2012


Thursday, May 10, 2012


Sunday, April 15, 2012

"your drawings reflect your emotions."
that's cliche, and so untrue.

this doesn't even say one bit about how i'm feeling.


and it would be really nice if i could draw like a written book.
there would be world peace.

i just love to draw these emo looking things,
the ones with long hair are not the girls i've dated,
the ones with short hair are not me.
they are just my drawings and they are often sad/troubled/upset
because i do not enjoy or know how to draw happy things.

Thursday, March 29, 2012


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

everyone thinks, it takes courage to hold on and not give up.



but nobody knows,
it takes more to give up a routine, accept the loss, walk out of its comfort,
and let go of something that you've been holding onto.


this time

Friday, March 23, 2012

we've always had it in abundance right from the start.
and at times too much; i watched you drowning in mine,
and you lost sight of me in yours.

they walked halfway round the world to find and to stay,
we found with ease, we played and lose to chase over and over again.
there was nothing to fear, we said. 
you had the watch and i had the map, 
off we sprang and we thought we would never look back.

so, we realised you were a mess with time, and i just couldn't keep to the track.
i got bitter, you got cold.



we've always had an abundance of time,
it was just not on our side.

Monday, March 19, 2012

okay, i lied,
about your missing toothbrush.

you don't fry egg without breaking it

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


human beings are strange these days.
they know exactly what they want, even to the finest detail,
but they just keep missing the point to it.

Sunday, March 04, 2012

you said they were all you had wanted since forever ago.
goodness soaked feathers behind your left,
a wreckage of burns and graze behind your right.

the last i saw and told you this,
"i will always be here, when you're ready, come fetch your wings."

i should have reminded you again.

did you not think or did you think too much?
when you took off in such haste without those wings, or a word.
well, nobody had to know. as long as you feel better now.
i've already sent your wings out to you,
don't ever forget them again.

rest in peace.

things that don't change

Friday, February 24, 2012

my laptop was named "robert smith".
i just love how he never loses that disheveled mop and make up,
beyond the progression of fashion and date.


i always say i'm lucky

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

i'm not very fond of myself lately.
but i guess i'm still lucky i have things like this,
to distract me from the things i dislike.

(half completed and
so that i have things to look forward to despite anything else.)

Thursday, February 16, 2012