Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Tuesday, May 15, 2012 || 7:44 AM
If only my thoughts can be shelved up properly, like how my clothes are arranged in color codes...
Is there an Ikea for the intangibles?
The mind has no gravity, everything is floating around like a hot mess, bouncing off surfaces.
Is the mind as cold as the moon?
As dark as the moon?
Are the only trails of humanity dust steps left by human beings, as they inched a little forward and mark territories violently plunging flags.
That's what you hate; marking territories.
What are territories to start with?
If only I knew how to love, like you.
I'm the worst girl you could ever love.
Because i can only, try to try.
My heart aches,
not for you, but for myself,
of how a heart of rock i carry inside of me, when it comes to the romantic affairs.
Ache for heartlessness,
for something everybody seems to be living for.
Of something i am denying myself of.
as i drifted off to my books,
and slather on lemongrass scented oils.
selfish desires in small portions, and retreat off to be with wiser words.