Monday, March 27, 2006

i feel like a complete idiot.


Friday, March 24, 2006

Your Hair Should Be Orange
Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.

Monday, March 20, 2006

she had read about this syndrome in some medical thriller.the syndrome where you can feel the amputated part of your body(even though its not there).your leg is half gone,it ends in a stump below your knee...and yet you want to scratch your big toe.very badly.

Yes its quite like that.She knows he's gone,And yet she imagines herself talking to him.and wants to tell him things.Little things.snippets of detail,funny anecdotes...they're all there in her head.As if waiting to be told to one more person.

"I survived an know.I could actually see and feel my bed move,like some kinda crazed pendulum"

"i asked the teacher if i coulld turn down the AC today.he asked if i wanted blankets.everyone was very amused."

Everyone around her has heard these stories at least once.But its still there inside her head.Waiting to be told again.

She used to do this all these stories,for him.She does it still,almost unconsciously and stops mid-way.They dont need to be stored.Or told .Not anymore.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

They went away with them.As he packed his suitcase,and said goodbye,all those words,crawled into his bags when she wasnt looking,and left with him.

Now she has nothing to say.nothing to write about.

Earlier it would be bursting at its seams.
Her head that is.
With things to be said.things already said.things that wont ever be said.
Words to be written.words that havent been written.words that wouldnt be.

They're all gone now.It's as if someone switched off the tape-deck mid song.