the great neccessity of life is continued ceaseless change.

A strangely compelling read, in its brutal honesty and no-holds-barred narrative.

***

Some of the momentous issues in a relationship can in the
end only be ignored if you want the relationship to survive,
they can't be worked through and tossed out. Which is why,
perhaps, some people in long-term partnerships have learnt
to live with what they don't like. To reclaim the calm. You've
seen it in marriages that've weathered infidelity, have seen
them contract into a tightness in old age. Do you want the
relationship to survive?

It's easier to stay than to go.

"The Bride Stripped Bare" - Anonymous

It's Crazy.



You're "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls.
You don't want the world to see you because you
don't think that they'd understand, and
sometimes you bleed just to know you're alive.
You're way intense and rather scary. You may
want to consider professional therapy.

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Well! That's always nice to know.

***

4.24am on a formless Thursday morning. In approximately... 36 minutes, the weird orchestra outside starts. There's a bunch of birds outside (god knows where, if only I knew - I'd like to find their owner [if any] and buy them over and barbecue the lot. @#$%!) that chirp and make normally melodious cuckoos and whistles and whatnots... at a goddam 5am in the morning. Like, hello?! Not a single night has gone by without the thought of how handy a gun would be at the very moment of tossing and turning; the gunshot'd probably startle and shut those twits up for at least until I fall asleep.

Finishing up readings for Gender tut later on in the day. School's become really monotonous lately. Mondays to Thursdays whiz pass in a blur. Wake up at 12.50pm, get to school by 2.15pm, end by 5.15pm, head home. Dinner, perhaps a bit of tv, readings, bed at 4am. Repeat as neccessary. Where do the weekends (+1) go?

Tired. 5 pages to go.

***

We sit here
Calmly,
Across the room from each other
Staring, unblinking.

Our wineglasses clink
Silently,
A trickle of moisture down a tapered stem
Rivulets of desire.

I watch you
Longingly,
The milieu ceasing to exist
Oblivious.

Your lips curl
Enticingly,
Wrapped around a cigarette
A wave of envy.

I tilt my glass in a silent toast
To what could have been
And had not.

A final sip
The gathering of coat and tie.
I desire and yet deny

The embers of want
Flickering, swirling within
I rise to leave

Unfulfilled.

- "We Sit Here"

[A work in progress]