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Wednesday, July 30, 2008'♥

//words,dont just conversate.//

you stormed out of the room,holding that packet of chocolate. Moments later, i heard the crushing of the chocolate, and the tearing of the wrapper.
i couldn't quite believe my ears, neither could i make sense of that anger that rushed through.
i only heard myself muttering.
" those chocolates.they are for my mum. i kept them for so long."

and before i know it, we were screaming at each other.
maybe, because you were too caught up in your games that you didnt hear why i didnt want to keep the chocolates in the fridge.
maybe, all i needed was to know that you heard all the times i felt as if i was talking to myself.
perhaps, i just needed to know i wasn't alone in the room,though you were only sitting,there.

i saw your sudden realisation of what your anger has done.you saw me hastily changing ,looking for the keys.you only know how much the chocs meant,even though they are, just chocs, that went out of your window.
you only know, when you realise how much i wanted to look for it.

i wasnt quite ready to speak to you.all the thoughts that raced through my brain. i was quite sure i was going to implode.
that cacophony of disappointment,anger,harsh words, and reasons.
reasons that i need to know why you are acting the way you are.disconnecting the wires, breaking discs.
reasons why i shouldnt act the way you do.
reasons why there's still us.

sure,you have your ways of saying 'sorry.'
but really, actions do not always speak louder than words.
especially when it's all but alittle too late.

i have to confess. i cried alittle.
But that's only because i need to believe in us.
the need to believe in me.
the need to believe in having to stand up and not resign to how things are. like how things were.


i looked at you and i know.


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words, dont just conversate.

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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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