February 2012
3 posts
I need to upgrade my filtering system. It has to be stronger and much more advanced.
January 2012
6 posts
1) In the morning, my body felt as though a vortex had formed inside of me. I am still unsure why.
2) My day dragged on with very little inner peace. A storm was raging where my mind should’ve been.
3) I tripped and landed on all fours twice.
Not a good day, definitely. Question is: why. What triggered it? What’s bothering me on such a deep, subconscious level that I can’t...
There’s more to life than pickles.
Yes. Pickles.
Anyway, I’m not here to say much except to update this space with a link. This link will lead all, including my future reminiscent self, to snippets of my recent trip.
click here
Cheers
D.
Being in an aeroplane is like being in a time capsule. You belong to no specific time zone for a good few hours. You haul your hand luggage into a giant tube with large wings, and the next time you step out of the tube, you appear to be in a different land and sometimes, on a different day. It’s magical, to me, how that works. Not unfathomable, but magical all the same.
D.
December 2011
12 posts
There exists a future without you; one that beckons.
But questions unanswered and slightly more than a year just.. discarded, has left me too confused and broken to care.
I know not exactly what I’ve done to drive you away, but I may have an idea. Don’t know if it’s a smart guess or even a good one. I just know it’s the closest thing I could conjure up with what little...
I think I’ve lost a friend & while it hurts me deeply in a way only long lengths of time can heal, I know better than to sit here and wallow in sorrow.
She’s moved on; so must I.
He sits alone
And speaks in gruff
Of another’s tomb
And life’s craft
One tall glass
A short one, too
Some trails of crust
No scarf no shoes
A winter night
He closes near
Hands tight
Grabbing beer
Not a crow-
A dirty dove
A man I could know
but never love
Christmas carols
Faintly outside
A distant world
From where he hides
- Me.
This year, one of the things I prayed for was God’s help in bringing closer to me the good people in my life, and to shed from my life the ones who do not add that which He deemed important for me to shine.
Now, the year end approaches and I stand here with only a handful of people I trust. They are the people who, no doubt, always sincerely want the best for me, as I do for them, and with...
So I’ve been gone for a while. Was waiting for the perfect time to write - when I’d have sufficiently broadened my vocabulary, when events have led to interesting conclusions, when my many ideas have panned out well. But life doesn’t quite work out that way. There’s not one perfect time to write, is there.
Perhaps, my absence can be attributed to the fact that...
November 2011
5 posts
October 2011
11 posts
chat;
Skype should get a prize for the amount of good it’s done in this world.
There’s nothing like being able to hear someone’s voice while simultaneously seeing their lips move to the rhythm of their words, and the animation that comes in the crumpling and straightening of their faces (especially when they’re miles away).
And then there’s that level of satisfaction I...
The books I ordered from thelitpub.com have finally arrived! I had randomly found Normally Special by xTx on the site and Camille had recommended I read The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch. Sooo.. It’s gonna be a good weekend happyhappyhappy.
D.
I feel as though I am a different person stuck in a moment, a body, a speech, a dressing of a time my mind has long left behind. It is difficult to keep advancing when my direct environment does not permit it. Recently, I have become fixated on the idea of the woman I aim on becoming. A woman of class and power no short of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Indra Nooyi or even Grace Kelly.
Yet, in...
It rains heavily outside. I hadn’t had the urge to read or write for such a long time I was beginning to think I’d lost it. What’s ‘it’? My mind, my thoughts, my ability to express. And I’d always believed that if ever I got it back, it would be on a sunny and cloudless day that presents itself with countless opportunities and undisputed optimism. A somewhat...
Karlie Kloss by Tom Munro
Candy Darling – Karlie Kloss goes retro glam for this colorful, bright shoot in the latest issue of Numéro shot by Tom Munro. Styled by Charles Varenne, Karlie’s looks include high impact selects from the likes of Paul & Joe, Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs, Gucci, D&G, Balenciaga by Nicolas Ghesquière, Prada, Lanvin and others. An elegant up-do by David von Cannon and dark lips with...
September 2011
18 posts
I’ve been getting excited about December. Plane tickets and accommodation details have already been settled. The trip feels real to me now. Does anyone know of a place where I can crash course some Arabic dialogue lesson sessions?
A few days ago, I decided to sit down and plan the next 10 months of my life as well as a draft of the next 10 years of my life. The restlessness I was once...
You Are A Dead End
As time turns to dust,
and conversations turn to grunts
and quality turns to quantity,
your skin turns to flesh
and your voice turns to sound
and solitary turns me around
to say
that
there
just
aren’t
anymore
turns
to take.
- D.
Excuse Me
You know
that kind of
ache?
The kind that
eats you
from the inside
like a parasite,
starting its journey
from your chest.
Where your breathing
quickens
before failing
and your toes
and fingers
tighten in agony
and
before you know it
immobility becomes you.
Paralysis means
you’re disintegrating
And disintegration
leads to death.
You’re dying
the lethal ache.
- D.
Tell Me Darling
Who or what I am to you
still baffles me because
while you love me in tight embraces
you don’t love me in the cuddles after
- D.
3 tags
Athazagoraphobia:
the fear of forgetting or being forgotten.
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds...
