its days like this i feel good about.
days where things could have so easily gone wrong.
where my laziness could have won.
but it didnt turn. and omg, thankfully it didnt. because if it did, it would have never come close to this.
Starting early in TJ.
Running without stopping during AHM training (13 click)
Checking out Plato's Cave's Words and Worlds and writing three poems while I was there.
I feel fucking good, people. Physically. Mentally. And not at any social cost. I knew all along this was possible. And here I am. Not sacrificing the things that matter to me. Living the life. healthy.
healthy.
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OH before I forget. here are the poems I wrote.
Home By Rishik Menon
The house didnt look too happy by now.
Scrapped Paint, empty hallways, pianos and bedframes smashed to a
void deck friendly size pile of wood lying in empty rooms ready to let go
of past memories, ready to be passed on to the next three bedroom plus one
extended family meeting racial quotas and CPF, HDB guidelines the endless
string of legal requirements regulations, no not allowed to start renovation, yes
the loans have been approved, I wished you wouldnt bring up the dog again,
we knew this would eventually happen, like such voices
too loud disturb the thoughts, the house as its thinking
like a sentence. in the middle. the house. it was thinking of something.
A family once lived here.
Your earring
By Rishik Menon
So I need to let you know, that your earrings missing
You know know. The one you got for my birthday those
ears ago.
I know you think my hole has closed, but well. Truth be told
Ive been testing trying, not nightly, sometimes, most nights fine
I take that ear ring, eyes half close, unstable fingers figure that rod into my skin
know. knowing that it still fits, knowing that some part of you stays somewhat close to me,
I sit knowing very well how sad and loserific
this would sound, were word to ever get out.
But so, so tonight tonight I just thought I should let you know
that your ear rings missing.
Sitting clumsy lonely fingers figuring a way to stick that metal into my skin, lack of practice or maybe a certain destiny, wirtten in the stars, led me to let go, instant and moment and
I imagine I hear a faint click as metal hit the floor I dont know
I check the dusty corners unswept rich history and layers of life untouched but..
I'll have to clean up some other day. but tonight. your ear rings missing. and i thought i should let you know.
