bottoms down
everything seemed perfect last night.
free cold beer.
good friends.
sizzling sisig.
noisy conversations.
great view of the city.
then it rained.
it didn’t last that long.
but the weather’s got a comic streak
of reminding me
that
loneliness
is
just
one ride
home.
i just have to laugh.
bottoms up.
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tupperware man in space
i don’t write by impulse.
may it be lyrics and other communication schemes that can brought out by ink or blinking cursor.i am too conscious that i may commit mistake that can never be erased.text that will forever be etched on the reader’s uncharted mindscape.when something blows up the monotony of my lousy itinerary, i don’t react. yes i was accused of being neurotic and i claim the title proudly.deadly neurotic i might add.but i just don’t write instantly.the wound may be fresh,it may distort whatever the real picture is.and I’m usually at loss of metaphors.every words would be scattered pieces of random thoughts that can never be glued as a cohesive whole.so i wait for days, weeks or even years till my breathing is again shallow before i dare visit the hullabaloo eons ago.
will that make me part of the tupperware party? maybe.come as you are,cobain sung.
but think about it,maybe i’m just being me.deadly neurotic, that is.
"A Lack Of Color"
(death cab for cutie)
And when i see you
I really see
you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you
around
Turns you around, turns you around
If you feel
discouraged
That there’s a lack of color here
Please don’t worry
lover
It’s really bursting at the seams
For absorbing everything
The
spectrum’s a to z
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in
years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel any less
alone
I’m reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03 [and] on your
machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But i know it’s too late
I
should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
*** i am currently writing this blog by impulse.yet i’m not giving away anything.yeah yeah tupperware man is on the roll.everything in my life nowadays are contrived and mean so fuck off.
everything it seems are meant to be analyzed basing on who’s bitter,who’s the lucky one, who’s being left out, who’s friends are they or them now etc., we tend to forget why the hell are we in a situation in the first place.so i just zip the hole because no one really listens.thinking about it,the switch on/off button is just one click away.but who dares reach it?
fuck honestly i don’t even know what i’m talking about now.
i just don’t write by impulse.but i am doing it now because this writer is such a likable lad.so likable,everything in his world is a fruitcake.one bittersweet bite then left alone in the ref,never bothered again.
the only question in my mind now is: when was the last time i had an effect on you?
i’ll put it in replay mode.and ill play it in the cinema of my mind til i relearn its art.
but i guess i’ll never know.
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