Tuesday, February 13, 2007'♥
-broken backs-
[mood : nostalgic ]
[song : Candleburn- Dishwalla)
It isnt everyday, that she gets to relish and enjoy such luxury of time and space to intone each and every
fleeting thought and emotion with the letters and alphabets of the keyboard. she finds it queer, and even somewhat repulsive, that it's these inanimate lifeless, plastic keys that unleashes the inner being from the barricades that she has innoucously erected over time.
It's 17.22hr.The cacophony of raindrops beating on the glass panes and the foreign tapping of keyboards elsewhere are now the acompaniments of her weekday afternoons.It doesnt feel real that she's here today.Without a sch.Without a future . without her dreams. and that . she wld be here alone.
There are, but just so many memories that she holds on to each and every night her soul rests.
There are, but just so many songs that she unknowingly puts on repeat mode , on every train ride, in every space and time where she can be herself.
It's there and then that she lives.
The many ebbing flashbacks of how it was like.to just live and breathe in her own skin, to seek solace in what was their fears and darkness when it's that that devoured and destroyed them. The darkness and skeins of their loneliness that bound their bodies in the night.They knew what it was like to fear. to cry . to deprecate their being for the mistakes of yesteryears. they knew what it was like to bear that burden .They knew what it was like to feel alone, even when they are drowned in the strangeness of those faces that they have known their whole life as 'friends'. But they laughed, they loved. They lived for once, as themselves.
Perhaps they did.
Let there be a day where they live again.
and a day where they will be liberated and love again.
on her back - she goes ;take me over when I'm gone,take me over make me strong..take me over when I'm gone,will they burn for me..
