It13/1/07
There were times
when a word
would jump up at the sight,
of you.
like a little child,
excited at first glance
It bounces,
to your sight.
you smile,
knowing
It by name
every syllable of
It.
perhaps, even
a little too well.
yet how
It jumps,
a neon beacon into your eyes
disturbs you,
a little.
but lately, you wonder
why
It, starts vanishing
no bouncing,
to your sight.
you stare and stare
but it isn't there
and you realise,
it
's blended through,
all with the others.
and maybe its better that it's just gone, just like that. no messy entanglements or whatsoever.
ok the poem's hastily finished off from the previous halfway mark, so it feels really abrupt (and is actually not really accurate cos ive forgotten the feeling), but might as well, the situation came abrupt too.
i realise i don't have much patience for literature nowadays. its quite sad..but my mind is really dead. im having some sort of brain creativity drought now seriously. apparently the juice got drank up, so now im beginning to like math, which is SCARY COS THEN I'LL BE A BORING AND PREDICTABLE PERSON. AHH.
oh dear im just talking rubbish.
this week has been but one word: stress. and i foresee the coming week to be one of that too, considering how the weekend has been and is going to be.
for those who are really happily enjoying your life away at an jc orientation, good for you.
ie, JAIME.
other then that...
help.?
tsesin 
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