Friday, February 19, 2010

an outlet

one of those cross-continent greetings. a life experience told,

a tale of a friendship, that ended. c'est la vie.

-

We all need an outlet - a person.

A person whom we can let our aggression out, our frustration, sadness, misery, pain, and devastation. Someone who would congratulate us for our success, achievements, and overall happiness. Someone when we talk to, doesn't blank out after every third sentence.

Someone who'd heed our troubles when we weren't asking.

Unfortunately, it can't be any two-bit potato you met on a myspace thread (inside joke) because odds are they won't look twice at you if you cross paths after the first meeting. No! The bond between you and your outlet can't be forged; it is synced from an unforced source. It can be between star-crossed lovers, next-door neighbors, a parent and their child, childhood friends after long unseen. almost anyone.

Perhaps, even between two strangers ordering the same cup of coffee every Saturday morning.

As easily as this bond could be discovered, it is just as fragile for it to be destroyed. Oh. and trust me, it changes you.

Without an outlet, it makes you solid.

For every sentiment of emotion, the only output would be a rigid response. A nervous laughter to an uncanny joke. A forced smile to an otherwise cheerful moment. A stun silence to the embrace of a beloved friend.

Leaving you cold. nothing but cold.
"Today, I have made mistakes. Yes, I've made my mistakes." -Seventh

I need an outlet. seriously.


I.O
inspired by 'Seventh Entry - Days and Nights"

Saturday, February 13, 2010

scirocco

"James. Why wouldn't a madmen stare through a window in the morning?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Because he wouldn't have anything to do in the afternoon."

TG

Friday, February 12, 2010

so tonight i'll be your brooklyn

eighty-eight keys. each stroke, each touch is like a masterpiece of grand brilliance.

her seamless motion of elegance and novelized beauty.

"so tonight i'll be your Brooklyn."

-

I hope to see you soon.


whether, it's that quite hum of silent nights or lonely air, it's a welcoming escape.

because the next best thing, other than being part of this game, is to witness its play.

just to see how this all began,
to watch your tear-ridden eyes of joy and laughter,
to hear your brilliance in all its array,

would be enough for his content; so corny and so far away.

so let this be my escape - let it be my fire escape.
because you're not fond of me and I'm not fond of you.

so tonight i'll be your Brooklyn.

Just tell me what you want for me to say.


I.O
M

self-rendition of brooklyn

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

plea of the fourth

"And hush will I whisper;
in these query winters' night -
in this restless opine blight;

the monarchy returns,
solace is here."

M