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Saturday, January 19, 2008
travelling travelling •
today i sang until i couldn't sing no more, literally, haha.
today i bought the great gatsby, finally. curiosity's stronger, literature never killed, hurt hasn't killed, what doesn't kill only makes you stronger. i'll be up tonight reading it, i think.
today it actually felt almost ok when people parted ways. who knows why.
can you see me struggling with emotions? that wash over like waves and waves that leave you blinking and trying to turn the corners of your mouth up in the morning and raise your eyebrows to friends who gather round? emotions that come from every little thing seen, every thing i see people doing, every thing i hear. every thing i hear people singing.
your voice is such a big clue into your character. maybe it changes every day, it's so unstable you wish you'd grow up and stabilize and lead a happy life. maybe it's bipolar but not a mask, because both sides are as much a part of who you are, so you can live the fullest most amazing life you can. maybe it's my inspiration, maybe it fuels my intuition, my imagination, every word out of your mouth, every expression that appears when you tell your story and laugh till you cry.
maybe if we all worked together our fear could be left behind. let go, let go, like the walking stick left leaning against the wall at the LRT station early this evening, no doubt by some generously mature senior who forgot that he depended on it, forgot that he can't go on for long without it. forgot that we can't stop him walking on, forgot that fear can't make us keep holding back, if we only
let go, let go-
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