Wednesday, January 24, 2007

It would be two years. I know the grammar sounds wrong, but it's intended. It reflects a certain state of mind. Two years. How much has transpired in this time, I don't begin to keep track of. I only know if there's one thing I will learn to regret, it's doing that one thing to you. You don't deserve it. Plenty of others do, but not you.

It's been proven our memory is selective. We remember all that was golden and paint the rest. Well you were platinum.

I went jogging today, with Littlest Things by Lily Allen on repeat. Nothing better for a rainy, cold, lonely, melancholic night.

Take care.


AnRu reminisced at 12:46:00 AM.


Saturday, January 13, 2007

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.


It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.


I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;


But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.


So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...


I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;


But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.


It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.


AnRu reminisced at 1:39:00 AM.


Friday, January 12, 2007

There's a dull pain in the pit of my stomach, nagging, refusing to go away. Never knew they could become physical ailments, these blues. Been feeling pretty down since I got home about 5 hours ago. I think alcohol has that effect on me. It dulls the senses, allowing me the mental clarity to focus, and become acutely aware of the emotions I'm keeping just beneath the surface.

'Tis not a good feeling.

I wanna curl up in bed. I want someone with me.


AnRu reminisced at 2:57:00 AM.


what do you do, when the person who can stop your tears is the person who makes you cry?

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