Thursday, June 23, 2011

[[ I (ALMOST) CAN'T WRITE A THING TONIGHT ]]

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I am thrown off balance again.
Days ago, I was right in the origin of the Cartesian Plane.
Perfectly centered.
After a few words (or maybe a little too many)
and a few (or maybe a little too many) stolen glances,
I was off center again, I moved towards left and then down
to the extremest part of the third quadrant of that xy plane.


In the middle of the night, I can't write anything sensible.
Compress this writeup and you'll end up with a sound of something breaking.
The stitches are being undone. Bleeding all over again.
If I distill my thoughts to its purest,
they will still be stained by memories too heavy to shake off.
Should I try to swim back to the safety of a desert island
or should I surrender to the waves of the ocean,
let it crush me until I am totally lost in the deep?

4 comments:

Gone to the John said...

but you did write something :)
ahhh writers do have their blank days... :D

rah said...

That's something. :D And quite interesting too.

DENASE said...

How's it going ayeesha?

ayeesha said...

@gone to the john, the irony of it. i thot i cudnt write but i managed a few hundred words.

@rah, thanx. i thot i made no sense.

@denase, above says it all. am off balance.