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Friday, September 05, 2008'♥

-caretaker.-

it's more than a year now.i havent quite being able to put a word to 'us.' on somedays , when the dependency stint in me shadows above all rationale, i will like to say we are cohabiting together . somehow i like the idea of his immutable presence in his(my) room,with me,now, though , he really is in school.
undoubtedly,there are yet so many more days, where my soul would rebel against this routine,this restlessness for the seemingly greater triumphs of singlehood.

but they wouldnt last.

if love and couplehood doesnt rest on the weight of dependency ,then what does? we learnt and grew together,as a being in whole.those neverending pages and pages, of tears,joy,laughter and anger marked lessons, we wished we learnt earlier.


i cant remember when was the last time we did not speak for a single day, except for the times we were separated beyond the spatial distances and timezone differences. it was a test that we both didnt fare too badly. neither can we be angry with one another for more than a night,and so we learnt to demarcate our pride ,apologies and us, and nestled into the dawning of our new day.

it wasnt too long ago, that i barricaded and hardened myself to be someone incapable of love and let-downs.i toyed with feelings,both mine and others. i scorned at the modesty of other girls and mine in clubs. afterall, havent we been trampled and killed inside out? i wasnt alone,for he too, flleeted aimlessly in the mercurial wings of time, on distasteful romances and lost time.

with our hearts on this table, we gambled and we won,unrivalled.

today, the leather strap of my favourite bag broke ,and though it may just break again, but i know for a fact,he will always be there to bear the weight on my shoulders. it's his persistance in mending a broken bag strap in always trying to put a smile on my face,to put my soul to rest and be safe , and caring to the finest details of my life, that i know, he's one heart i can never bear to break.


he may be ordinary and of commonplace to you, but he is someone who has made me believed that i am , at last, deserving,of nothing but the best.

he is,everything, to me.


if he doesnt deserve to be the caretaker of my heart, who is?



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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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