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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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    • Friday, October 27, 2006

    I Thought The World of You

    This is not making anyone sad,
    Or inadequate,
    It's just a way of toughening up.

    You know what they say about them,
    The pretty ones.
    Their lives are too blessed.

    It's surreal.

    Pretty things get their way all the time,
    While the rest watch on, holding up the backdrop for them.
    We are the back drop.

    When you stand at the back, though
    You see things on hindsight,
    And it becomes obvious.

    The hyprorisy lying behind
    A size 6 clothes tag,
    Is more than just a "Size 6's out. Size 10's too big for you, yeah?"

    Because
    I can't see your "soul" clearly behind those beady eyes,
    That's why! *blinks

    Face it,
    Those who claim that this is not everything,
    Don't have the right answer.

    But the outlet for comfort.

    This is everything and the only thing.

    With the recent downpours, my brain seems to have taken a liking to hitting the snooze button. And that is weird because I NEVER snooze; unless I know there are monsters hiding under my bed or if I intend to skip classes and snoozing just adds to the kick of defiance. Then again, it just doesn't make sense to not crawl into the warm covers of your bed when it starts raining and you happen to be at home and not somewhere outdoors, digging into your bag, fishing out that umbrella you stuff in your bag dutifully everyday (yes! Finally, a chance to utilize it! After 723816 days of perseverance!) while praying hard in your heart that the rubber soles of your slippers don't give you the slip. (hurr.)

    SO. The thing is, I've slept too much. 1-ish am to 11 am then for another 3 solid hours in the afternoon for almost as long as the rain went on.

    That's half a day spent on sleeping?! No wonder I'm spending the other half in an extreme state of grogginess.

    If you are reading this now and feeling extremely jealous because you're a total sleep-lover and you can't spend as much time sleeping, well, chances are, you probably have people to take you out on a weekend, so we're quits.

    :)

    21:58

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