A Failed Attempt at Speech @ 8:02 PM

The clock mocks
my waking hours,
screaming distance! distance!
Look for the moon
in June,
and soon you’ll start to see
his dance-
across the sky
in a beautiful line.
We share his silver-bullet
color,
his wide-eyed eyed shape,
his other face
and when he says goodbye
to one, hello to the other.
I send my thoughts with
the moon-
He knows that soon
and somewhere, someone
wakes to bend their neck
in search of a
reply
from the other side of time.
A sign! A sign!
That’s all I need
so will you speed it up?

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I wish I was a writer. I wish I was a physicist. I wish I made more wishes on shooting stars. I wish I saw more shooting stars. I wish Iwishwishwish.
It’s been a while since I wrote anything worthwhile.
It’s been never since I understood completely how the universe works. Just the pull of gravity. I understand that because I feel it. “Gravity isn’t only what makes us fall, it’s what makes our muscles strong.” But, it isn’t all a vertical attraction to the ground we walk on, you know. Sometimes I feel gravity, the center of it being walking beings, mere walking beings. You, me, and them, the center of gravity? How do you explain the pull that you have on me? The natural inclination to gravitate towards your direction? Everyday I bump into strangers, and just as easily, I feel a force of repulsion. But for some reason, for some reason, being around you feels just like following the law of gravity.

It’s okay if you don’t believe me. Look around you, and you’ll start to feel it.

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I am still laughing from the mental image of one of our maids slapping the hell out of one of our dog’s face for barking insanely and profusely at birds. At birds!

I am still laughing from the vivid sound of my brother meowing at the dinner table.

I am still laughing from the feeling of waking up being tickled.

I have infinitely many reasons to laugh nowadays.

And I am still laughing.

Labels: contemplation, Random, Self