Went

Metel went on a dinner date.

Jam, Ja, Aimee, Peach and Milela went on a movie date.

Bully bestfriend and Randilaine can't went out of PSB.

Ferds just went out of Orix and on his way back.

Geother went home.

Mark F, I do not know where he went.

I went here. Just here sitting, waiting, wanting.

After a few lines, I put on The Verve's new album Forth on the playlist. Look outside the building. I see my reflection on the glass window behind silhouetted buildings and dim lights. End of today. End of Thursday. End of work. Soon it'll be Friday. Friday's sitting beside me, waiting, wanting.

I was wondering...for all the things that happened, all that is said and done, all that was yesterday, was there a time I wasn't hoping, expecting for a little more, something better, something that I can say gladly 'This was meant for me'. All I was sitting for, waiting for, wanting for, was just around the corner - without hesitation or false hope. Well, I wasn't. But I learned to let them go. Let them go. A song said 'for a dream to happen, you have to let them go'.

I believe there is always a place a person belongs aside from home, aside from wherever ego/pride brought us. A place which resembles who we are - our traits, personalities, hopes, fears. Someday soon, I'll be in that place. I'll just have to let it go.

-Rav

Sleep

Like a sea of comfort, I dive in with a hope of finding my greatest treasure, my greatest pleasure. I turned and swim deeper and my eyes were tired. As I lay down swimming, I wish for something other than this blue. I wish for comfort other than this sea of cushion. I wish for happiness and peace. I wish for tomorrow. I wish waking up with gladness.

My eyes were open and everything now swings and swim. Too much of them I begin to drown and sank deep down. I saw a shell tossed by the sea. What would I be inside a shell?

I closed my tired eyes and communicate to the world. I communicate and learn. Swim deep. Think deep. Communicate.

I was shallow when I woke up.

Lost in Interpretation

This is a response to the misunderstandings on my previous posts. Although I don't need to explain further, it just came to me that this might be a good post. Nothing to be guilty about.
Often, people got this incredible ability to write something, an idea, when they are in extreme emotions... sad, happy, discontented, inspired, disappointed, excited, depressed and so on. I think, everyone has this moment in their lives, when you have this feeling or thought and you want someone to listen (just listen that you don't care if they will understand), but unfortunately, there was none. You got a pen and paper and you start writing it down. You start translating your emotions to thoughts to letters and words to a piece of work you can call your own literature of emotions. And for sure, you'll keep this literature, that only you and the piece of paper understand.

Soon you'll see yourself offering your work to others. Wanting them to read. Excited of what they might say. "Nice work!" Says your mind. But in the end, the words you want to hear were either left unspoken or the person was already lost in interpretation. Lost in translating your thoughts. The medium was broken. It's often true. People often got lost to your metaphors and figures of speech. They might even ask you to speak your mind directly to your point. And then you got disappointed. But you want to keep it that way. Always keep it that way.

On the brighter side, it is not important whether the person understands you or not, it is their attempt to connect. And that's the way it works, because that's yours and not the world's piece of literature.

For some people, extreme emotions are not prerequisite to writing their piece of craft. For them, it just comes naturally. For me, I just have to be in the mood. No more, no less.

==>Rav

Words

8.10.08
10:36pm

I will write too many words until the earth were covered by it. Good words. Fair words. And if I need more space I will jump off to outer space to stars and the milky way. You will see the good words in the sky at night painted with colors you like. And you will stargaze and look for my constellation every night. If my goods words are infinite I will detour and overwrite what I had written. But I want you to remember the good words before I overwrite and jump over again. Over and over I want you to remember the good words. And over and over I will jump, and at last into the heavens. I will not come back and I hope you to remember for me. The good words are heavily written, though hard to erase, but easy to be overwritten, overwritten by words of others. Others who may have different description of goodness. Exaggerated or opinionated. But do not weep when the good words were not visible anymore, for they joined the earth where you were standing. Hold on it and you will neither drown nor suspend. And when good words are over and nowhere to be found, do not worry, for now you are the good words, the fair words, and you carry them with my love.

-rav