obligatory wtf post

wtf are you not answering my emails? that's three without a word in reply, so you better have a fucking good excuse, quasi aussie.

Black Storm

Pleebis,

Mind over matter becomes a savior from the deep darkness. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, it's a bit far. But it's there. From miles of pain and pressures I do find the ink to scribble. Takes a bit of time doesn't it?

Who knows what lies in layers of future, we sit and stumble with present, waiting for it to unfold.

And when the voice is carried by the breeze of hauntism, you still have yourself, your beating heart and rambling mind. The void is your company. You're not alone, just don't sink.

haemorrhage

dear lily,

i'm a mess. mess mess. messmess.
i've imploded. over and over and again, again again again again.
there's nothing beyond the grey. not even dust.
manual dexterity. my body hates me. i hate my body.

Hues

It's Valentines alright. I'm hoping Pleebis would have wished his infatuated fantasy woman, atleast sent her a rose. I smell in the winter breeze and bask in the warmth of the heater as the clock ticks on. Text books scattered on the colorful rug, the quilts and blankets around my socked feet and my hair a mess of dark long wires.

I love my sanity and innocence. The silence and privacy. The blank wall shows me wonders. I watch it capture the words in my mind and display them in a mixture of rainbow colours, then fade away into nothingness.

Imagine
Alleys
Butterfly
Blue

The words absorbed into the blank wall.

I reached over and touched my blue butterfly tattoo. My signature.

Thumbsucker

Not awestruck but adjusting. I miss the congested traffic sounds and concrete jungles. Pleebis was a no show on short text message. With the map in one hand and exploring new horizons doesn't scare me at all. Well, when I got lost, I did get a bid shitty after I laughed my way down Swanston Street. That was for an hour of running in circles and bumping into the same guy thrice.

I have turned into countess Dracula..reading its history and feeling friggin' scared to make it to the loo. I sleep whole day and wake up at midnight. I love the wireless roaming with my laptop and flirting with unknown persons in chat..where did Pleebis go?

I shouldn't say this at such an age ...but..I miss home! Waaaaaaaaaaah.

compulsive new year post

At 12 am, I was in a dirty cafe' (nafaa) eating day old savouries to the buzz of middle-aged conversations. There was no indication that a new year had dawned, no pause to the flow, no greetings; it was an evening like any other and the men did not find reason to celebrate any more or less than they usually did at that hour.

Outside the cafe' I was greeted by a drunken acquaintance, who looked as though he had had a run in with a paper knife with a pathological hatred of humankind. It so happened that his sometime girlfriend had called it quits that very night, and she was picked up on cue, by a stranger who made off with her without a second glance. And while attempting to drown the mocking roar of engines and his sorrow with a bottle of vodka my friend was found, sobbing and intoxicated by his sister, and it occurred to him right there and then that he had lost all desire to live. He quoted Metallica for me and said it was profound. As he was a fervent Metallica fan and was sore from a thwarted suicide attempt, and still had his blunt implement on his person, I found it wise not to disagree. When he was finally sober enough to find some humour in the situation, we embarked on an aimless tour of the streets, his bloodied clothing occasionanlly being the subject of unwanted curiosity.