Sunday, December 12, 2004
- 10:10 pm
all my questions unanswered, all their answers unquestioned
this brings back a lot.
it is dark, and for the first time in a long time i revert to this older form of writing with the sole difference being the fact that this time i am no longer shackled to the dread of a certain impending doom most people like to refer to as the 'o levels'. the slats of the blinds are facing upwards preventing direct view of things outside, so i turn them the other way to allow the night sky to be seen and the stars to peer through them curiously to see me stabbing the various keys on the board with precision and a certain amount of dexterity.
light travels in straight lines. anything you can see, can see you.
the night is like velvet, and everything moves slowly through the dark, almost hesistantly moving towards a premeditated destination, or mindlessly, without heed to the wonder and feeling in the night air - the night carries with it a sense, a certain aura, as if it knows. as if it knows everything, as if it passes straight through you and takes with it everything it wants, as you open yourself up and release yourself to the night, it becomes one with you and your personality is superimposed like a timestamp on the fabric of everything we know.
i was thinkin of writin about yesterday but hey! maxine got it all down on her blog so go there if ya wanna. in any case i done decided that writing ABCs for the year is gonna require too much mental work for my brain dead self so im just gonna confine myself to writing as usual rather than goin all 'uhhhh...what to write for J. jay jay okocha. jeans. gym. oh wait. that dont start with J.' in any case i had a lotta fun with max and alec whom max rather fittingly described as 'woah tall'.
reise reise
i spent most of the day with jamal rachel and grace cos it RAINED and we couldnt go to the park like wth man. and then sixish i got an sms from my overseas friend which was immensely pleasing although it was rather strange to that grace pointed out the fact that you'd been gone two days and not five.
i am the the human spirit, i am the non conformist soul, i am the voice inside your head. though your life burns away, i am with you all the time, yet how you treat me is by your own choice.
treat it as you will, its not gonna go away. nor are you gonna take away anything in me, nor will you crush my spirit, im not gonna let go ever.
it grows darker, and clouds move to block the moon.
come with me, is this really everything you thought it would be?
is this really the person you thought you'd see?
cos now its you and me baby,
in our own little reality.
and slowly, bit by bit,
its me.
hit the stars
