This must be the thirdtime i'm thinkin they boy's back... back after so many daydreamin....back after losing someone i really luv 2 someone else...back after reality woke me up.
Some days are just not meant to exist, but they do and afterwards, we stop feelin sorry that they did.

Sketches from bestpal, Eedris

Return Of

Like many who've gone there and back, I can't really tell you how it feels to be back - you can help but wonder why some many things have changed.
There is an emptiness, a definite void in the enclosing of your being that is almost akin to a bear - suffocating - and every road seems to windup towards the horizon of a lone, forbidding star, lost in the constellation of the others.
As vague as this description might sound (I can't even comprehend myself), I just want to know if you understand a word I've said ... hum, right

Confessions: Love II

How does to feel when you love some people, but you can't say it to their face all because you have this uncanny feeling they're gonna take it the other way - ok, it's bad enough imagaining that cutting slap across the face, the worst's gonna be the "other" boyfriend.
The problem I've come to realise is I only seem to "fall" in love with ppl who've got something good going on in their live, or do I just envy the radiate joy in their life?

Been 'round d world, and it's almost dead

The world's been a bore recently, or is it the other way round?

Whereabouts

Feels like I've been gone for a year now - disappointed, bitter, and angry. The labor that took me away is yet to yield any fruit - if it ever will.
Sometimes, it's like yelling: YOU DON'T GET IT YET! But then, it makes no sense because you are only hurting your lungs.
Writing has never been easy I guess. People have written a lot about it, stuffs that can improve one's skill, but we are yet to undertsnad the intricacies of writing.
It freaks me out.
The truth's I've been holed up writing and for the first time in my writing career(?), I got to write the euphoric word: THE END on my script.

Wallowing

I've been wallowing in the guilt of my despair and failures - whatever the f***** terminology means - but as i fall down this dark pit of dire uncertainity, another part of me begins to surface, the part that hovers in the shadows of my nightmares, the part that wants to fail.

This week looks pretty engaging now; too many imperfect scripts to save from their fates in the trash can, a poetry chapbook to edit and a site to construct.