Saturday, May 25, 2013

Balcony Thoughts


It is dark out, the city sleeps and nothing stirs. Several cars go by on the MRR2. Bigger busses making more of a racket, climbing up the highway. I've rode those busses before, going back to the coast, heavy hearted almost everytime. Why did you not wait for me? The cool breeze envelopes. 

Nothing waits for me now, the days unfold before my eyes, gradually the dark sky picks up color. Hues of red and blue come to sight. More heavy trucks pass by below. I am still the same.

I lay my head down on his lap. Gently stroking my hair I asked him to sing. He has always liked singing. Going off tune and singing chick flicks of a song, I fume in frustration. A real song, I say. He cannot detect the open wounds I've been picking at all week while he was away. I tug at my nightgown and cover my legs.

Morning comes and now I am alone. Sit in full lotus, so that the oxygen can actually reach my brain. I choke back tears. I will never understand why I remember him so much now. Why didn't I feel this way before? The heart plays tricks, they chant. But why after 5 years?

I can make out the hills, growing in the horizon. The bushy trees that surrounds me, coaxing me to let go. The two towers that have been in the skyline for over decades now, look lonely and forlorn. I told you so, they whisper. Lights blinking and people go by with their daily lives. I am still the same. 

Unravelling the lotus position, I let my legs hang off the patio chair. Stretching my muscles before the run.

Its been two weeks now, and I am still wrapped up in my endless, selfish pit of remorse. Sometimes the only thing that brings solace is thinking about death. I'm hoping the pain will be more that what I constantly feel now. Blind me with the hurt and let me forget the rest, please God. 

Please let me do this all over.

The sun has finally shed light on the world, good morning KL. I take a bite of my tasteless oatmeal. Will you be back tomorrow? Same time same place? And wake up hearing riffs of an old song that he used to play? Bitch, please.

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Run. Run. Run away from it all.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Bossa Nova

I've been saying sorry and apologizing for everything of late. Cruel sick mind. Why is  it haunting me now? I could make (another) list of things that is supposed to make myself feel better. But then what? Do I continue living my superior life, unharmed, happy, blinded by worldly delights? I get it now. 

This is how you felt when I left you.

Can you hear me? The big tide speeds through the shore. Memories of you, swept away. The rough sand stands still. Brace, for the next wave. Boats come and go.  I was nothing but an empty shell. Biding time, searching for the light. Why did you wait? Hesitate. Broken hearted. And now I am still nothing but an empty shell. Contemplate.

And hate.  

Monday, May 20, 2013

Let's toast to youth


I grew with these babies circa 2009, when the internet was super speed, and my thoughts needed a soundtrack. Their pace always sets me off now, an instant caffeine fix. Here's to R u mine? A bit more mellow compared to the other tracks.  I'm happy to see Alex grow up so beautiful. Charmed.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Milo Run with Naz

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I faired OK. No big improvement here.  57:37 for 7km which averages out to 8min/km. Still need to learn to push myself so that I can meet my personal target of 60mins for 10km.

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Went home and took a long cold bath. Been having a number of those lately, tuning out of the world. Which reminds me I need to clean the house as F's coming home soon...How easy it was for you to replace me, he said.