Thursday, March 29, 2007

leaving Bank street

the boxes have been packed and the truck will soon be loaded.

some guy named Hun is booked to drive my stuffs from and to rooms.


friday, i leave for clayton.

two weeks of staying over at michelle's ahead of me,

then i will leave for south yarra.

because good things are worth the wait.


then Barnsbury Rd will be part of my writings,

everytime i commit to something and share my personal details.

like to phone bills. love letters. priceline membership. la porchetta pizza.


ive never lived by myself before. so i dont really know.

and that is the best part of all this:

the not knowing. the closing of the eyes and the leaping:

Blyth street to Bank street to Barnsbury road.


so here i go.

see you on the other side.

Posted by nidya at Thursday, March 29, 2007

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

house of box

Boxes are all over our apartment.

Box saying Fragile!,

Box saying Donations,

Box saying Coats,

Box saying Books,

Box saying nothing,

Box for everything.


This place is boxed.


Theyre ready to move out.

and im still holding on

to my door key.

Posted by nidya at Thursday, March 15, 2007

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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

the crooks of my blanket

beneath the sheets now, eyes shut but wide.

didnt drink coffee but cant fall asleep

i wish for a fast forward button to April or May

and skip this whole mess of finding a new home,

waiting for a silly residential Paper, browsing for desired jobs,

etc etc etc..


but then to not feel this rush, not walk through it,

would be the biggest mistake wouldnt it?

for it softens our edges, whatever that means.

this is what theyve been raving about.

about the Beginning.


so although i crave for stillness sometimes,

i find extraordinary peace in movement.

and im not complaining one bit.

i will not press that fast forward button,

unless it comes with a rewind and slo-mo.


and the pause button is this very moment every night.

when i get lost in the crooks of my blanket,

which i seem to fit all too well.

thinking to sleep. sleeping to think.


i feel safe here.

Posted by nidya at Wednesday, March 14, 2007

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