memories
May 1, 2009
- "The Fifth Season"Walk with me a little while.We will walk together in Spring, with new life bursting around us.Summertime, side by side we will lie in the sun together, our hearts warm with the good company of best friends.We will traverse fields in Autumn, with golden leaves soft under our feet, brisk wind at our backs.Winter brings us to the cozy hearth, dozing by the fire, flickers ...
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April 18, 2009
- Memories of lost days, of hot summer days, bathing suits, shimmering water caressing the beach, wooden rafts and treehouses, and of painted toenails. Memories ring out at a touch, a smell, an event or place we swear we've seen or visited before. How do we love our mothers, remember our fathers and oh, how their memories play with our lives. Freud would talk about that as sexual-fixations. Jung ...
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April 1, 2009
- I had a profound revelation about Blue Jeans.I was writing about my first loves, a boy and a horse which got me thinking about goodbyes. I can’t do them in real life. Instead, I unconsciously collected them and they became a single character, named Blue Jeans. He possesses all the traits, quirks, and even looks of everyone I never said goodbye to. I guess that’s why I cried writing the ...
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February 23, 2009
- i read and watched the novel/movie Bridges of Madison County by Robert James Waller . it is a touching experience, one which stays with you for quite some time. i felt compelled to put myself in Robert Kincaid’s shoes and write this love letter to Francesca Johnson. i hope i put justice to the love and passion that they shared. pardon if i changed some events, i wrote this according to how ...
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February 20, 2009
- i will never promise that i will love you for the longest time. what i can assure you is that i’m willing to hold you even closer when doubts in what we feel surface from time to time, until there are no more doubts and no need for false guarantees.for most of the times, the fireworks would be subdued; no fluttering stomachs, no clammy hands. there will be fights, loads of them. there will be ...
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February 12, 2009
- i lied.i’m not okay. i’m not fine. the smiles were meant to deceive you. the high spirits were conjured from the pits of my consciousness leaving me with none.i hope you’d understand. i could not show you how weak and tired i am. i could not show you how powerless i’ve become. i could not show you how i’ve suffered and how i’m suffering.if not for other reasons than that of the love i ...
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January 10, 2009
- William Hans Weaver, the eldest son of a Romany Gypsy mother and English father, was a gentleman and a talented artist. He was also my grandfather and my first hero. From the age of five, I accompanied him on lengthy rambles around the Midlands, frequenting many of its museums and parks, and together we trespassed across a great deal of its farmland. Our favourite haunt (if you'll forgive the ...
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January 7, 2009
- i knew i would never be enough. i knew it the moment you said that falling for me was the farthest thing from your mind. not me. not a person who never really realized what a home is and who took refuge in his anger for the frustrations that life brought. not someone who drinks, smokes, and once took up illegal substances. not someone who fucked without any pretensions for taste. not a ...
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January 7, 2009
- it is funny how we try to steer clear of the past in our conversations when the past is everything that we really have shared. you were never really mine. even during the times when we would text each other every night until the early hours of the morning, saying i love you in so many different ways. even during the times when we would try to find our very little private times together, ...
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December 31, 2008
- DANCING THROUGH LIFETonight is New Year’s Eve, and I know many people will be dancing when the clock strikes midnight, flipping time over to 2009. I won’t be dancing this year. I haven’t danced in a long time, at least not in public. It’s not because I can’t dance. I dance by myself in my house. Sometimes I pick up my little dog and dance around with her, because when she sees me ...
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