Tuesday, October 17, 2006
when the sun is just a sun
while some days are unlike any other,
many days are
just like any other.
like copies from days before, many conversations repeat themselves.
its creepy when i feel bland and disinterested.
that sky is blue almost everyday.
and Neighbours is on channel ten every weekdays.
and Big Issue man sells zines on his exact spot every morning.
its as if we're all waiting for something.
and im not sure what im waiting for.
definitely not the fifth stamp on my coffee card.
it should be something better than a free latte.
something worth waiting.
october neednt be a blank month in this blog.
and i thought if i look around long enough,
there'd be a poetry to be found and pondered.
perhaps i forgot to let it happen naturally.
i learn, that sometimes life lacks lyricism. and i dont like it. ive tiny inner resources to feed my senses let alone others.
like i need to listen to difranco, read alchemist, or watch forrest gump
just to
feel.
yea i do like dramas. conflicts. solutions. but as long as they didnt occur to me. nothing radical at least.
with this state of mind, im not going anywhere extreme am i?
now surprisingly i dont know whether this is a good or a bad thing.
im still deciding.
in the mean time,im enduring more ordinary days to come
by romanticising them anywhere i can.
although lately it gets tougher.
Posted by nidya at Tuesday, October 17, 2006