Translucence
Plausibly, if there are no suitable words, if there are no proper gerunds to isolate this sprouting restlessness it won’t be of any consequence. If there are no fitting clauses to describe its unsolicited advent then I can write off its grey shadows as nameless, uninvited guest. I can deny its arrival. But I cannot wipe away its sweet-tempered trace, embossed like a faultless promise, watermarked like damp kisses descending the slopes of my neck.
6 comments:
Is your birthday coming up? Sounds like you're having pre-birthday blues.
How I missed reading your posts! XD Waaaaa!!! Considering all the shits piled up along my path I'm officially consigned to hell (I actually thought I was back in elementary days) and could not even do a meager thing like lifting a page of a book. I'm not getting anywhere with Gulag Archipelago. T_T
misterhubs - no, it's not my birthday; i am an aquarian ;-) i'm not blue, just getting pensive about things. it would dissolve anytime soon.
antigonic - i have been reading your entries but resisted the urge to intrude and leave a comment. hope things will lighten up at your end. cheers!
Shakespearean.
LOL hey no problem! Drop a message anytime! And I'm sorry if I could not even drop a message here in your blog. I owe you. :D Antigonic
the rainmaker - thank you! i fear the comparison is quite staggering considering the amateurish facility of this blog :)
antigonic - we all have distractions and preoccupations in varying degrees of weight and gravity. it's always a pleasant thing to see your fingerprints around here!
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