Saturday, June 02, 2007

okieee...i LOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEE MY DADDDDYYYYY.....

despite making feel dumb, appa has beeen suppppppeeerrrr suuuuppppeeeerrr nice n great to me. Y i know not. but hey im not complaining. =)

i luv him and i think i hav finally decided NOT to go for camp simply because there are other more important things. ppl at sch wd come and go but daddy will not last foreva. i should do it when it matters and i know deep down it does. so yes, no camp.

on another note, im strangely bored of my unemployment which hasnt even lasted a full week, but im liking it too..=)) ive met most of my frens i haven seen in a long while, shoppped( this is always gd) and slept ( i could practically date my bed for those of you who know me). life seems to have finally slowed down abit. the uncertainty is reduced for abit regarding educational prospects but has sprouted in other areas..hmmm...


I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY Don't go far off, not even for a day,
because -- because -- I don't know how to say it:
a day is long and I will be waiting for you,as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour,
because then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pablo Neruda

Yes, once again its my all time favourite poet, Pablo Neruda. Of course this has been translated from Spanish. I love his poetry because its soo heartfelt true and sincere.Its down to earth persona, together with his beautifully expressed toughts leave everlasting images in one's mind and heart.

Sure, it may seem over the top and a little too drama, but hey a little indulgence never killed anyone. Coming to think of it, everyone deep down wants someone else to feel this way of us, even if its too idealistic or utopian and yet, to make one's self feel this way of another is as scary as hell as you are opening yourself up fully, exposing yourself, hence making you so very vunerable; vunerable to rejection, hurt, pain and on the flipside, acceptance and possibly unconditional love.

Hence the role of such a poet, to spark up out innate tendancies, spice it up, so we feel for a moment and there what could be if we were totally irrational and insane, throwing caution to the wind. So, at the end of out little indulgence we can just simply say, ah well, these are but mere words penned on paper. =)


Posted by shellsofsilence at 6:12 PM