Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas

This Christmas, have been unfortunately been very unhappy for me. That is of course, I am put into an undesirable situation where I felt compelled and extremely forced to comply to it. Besides, the recent meeting with friends from various networks bored me a lot, not implying my change of heart, but it does bore me and it only means one thing when this occurs to me - I haven't been spending time with myself. Hence the need for me to actually sit at home and do absolutely nothing but be with myself in solitary, confinement, absolute stillness and peace. Which honestly speaking, I've been really wanting this Christmas holiday to fulfill that role and unfortunately I really do feel like I've been robbed of that. There's really no way around phrasing it and there is really no point in sugarcoating it, it's just how I feel.

I really do commit at work and I feel tired already for being so committed to one thing already, to have a second issue to be shoved down your throat will agitate you. Although the recent issue of being sickened with a certain friend or two does hold true, because of events of late which really allow me to see who that person really is. There is nothing but disappointments and complete loss of faith, trust and hope in that person. There is no longer value in the friendship, hell, I wouldn't even call you a friend, rather just a "contact" now. Although to digress the topic a little bit, I do hate people who ask to be invited. There are numerous of them who does it subconsciously and I feel disgusted usually. I would never do so and sometimes when I sense something off with a certain invitation that was done so commercially or just a display of good manner to just ask you, I would turn it down, although usually sometimes some friend would term that as "loner" or "unsociable" which I would like to correct you right here and now, to take it back and categorize it as the said reason above.

All in all, I am still very unhappy with the fact that my mind therapy schedule is reduced to ashes. Although it still struck me just now that, perhaps God is reminding me of the discovery of what I really want a long time ago - that nothing else really matters, when I could not be happy.

Monday, December 12, 2011

residual

Woke up from a what seems like a lifetime in a dream
Opened my eyes and stared into stranger surroundings
Conscience are like drug injections
Killing my o' fairy land 
in my dearest memories

When all but seems ash of my dreamories
Stood still a residual of it
a light so tiny but never-fading in this pitch black warzone

Sands of time all but eroding that light as we speak
but still hung a glimpse of that precious dream
still so clear in thy eyes until me arms are around it
and here it is -

That blue ink pen drawing on a tiny foolscap paper
with funny triangle shapes and circles 
and a kindergarten sun in the middle of it all
tucked into the safest corner of my wallet
without my knowing
without my awareness
when I fell asleep on you
because I know I'm safest around you

This moment reality is at full gauge
This moment reality is my lens that filter my sight
but that slip of paper will forever resides in me
that uncontested memory of your drawing 
that is so... YOU
 will remind me that you still care
and your voice echoed

"It's ok"