Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The 'F' word
zaini.wuj.nikA weekend. Plans made over the phone and through passing. Through schedules, we find time and arrange the event. Hype, happiness, sleepless nights, non-stop anticipation. The day finally comes and united we stand, hug, laugh. Pure bliss fills the air as we greet and speak. There is no greater moment than this. Wallowing in the time we have together, we converse of ideas, thoughts, and hope.
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Nights are long and eyes are heavy. As time rolls, conversation shifts, laughter is heard as a guinea pig rustles in a cardboard condo. Life is good like this: just like this. Again, bliss, comfort, warmth meet and smiles plaster onto faces without thought - this is living in its fullest.
Looking back, on a bus, onto streets of lights, I remember. I recall it all and think a head. You're not here yet you're okay. I'm okay.
A long hug, a farewell wave, all passed, all gone. 'Sinkage' of heart occurs while departure leaves a deep mark to be filled through time. Yes, time... Another time indeed. Another hope, another weekend.
"F" for friends.through the ageing of life
Staring at the carnage,
Praying that the sun would never rise.
Living another day in disguise.
Praying that the sun would never rise.
Living another day in disguise.
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