Drawn out by strings
August 11, 2021 § Leave a comment
Hi it’s been awhile.
After leaving my last job, every day I have been living in the clouds – afraid of the day the lightness I feel will dissipate and I will descent into reality.
I have been working at my own pace. Company is home and we entertain ourselves in this lockdown with cooking, eating and planning our next mundane activity.
The days go by not without each’ thought and emotion. I feel guilty and greedy. I feel so happy to own a block of time removed from everyone and everything else. Sometimes the sadness creeps in and the anxiousness threatens when projects loom (before I get the chance to break them down to achievable scales).
I’ve not felt like writing nor at peace like I do now.
Drawn out by the classics, the emotions I feel seems comprehendible and melodic to my soul. My own thoughts played back to me.
I miss the world and all its hubbub. But at least I’m far away enough to enjoy my peace of this world where I am.
28 and not needing reality like it needs me.
lei
Just what they were.
August 5, 2020 § Leave a comment
You know how certain songs can stir your emotions all up.
Even when you weren’t feeling emo, you are now.
Even if you weren’t thinking of that person, you are now.
I think that’s kinda like how you are to me.
There are some songs that will remind me of a good time in the past where images of my family laughing comes to mind, or a bad moment from when I ran away from a boy I thought was what I thought he was,
You’re kind of like a great tune. Great to drive to, head nod to, the track circles around and its a good vibe. And then the song ends.
I’ll only remember the feelings when it plays again.
Well you have 2 songs.
I looked for someone like you
May 3, 2020 § Leave a comment
I used to talk to God all the time.
As a child, I used to pray for my parents, probably as my first prayers ever, and cried to God.
As a teenager, I would lay on the bed and talk out all I had in my head, out loud. Not too loud, just loud enough.
When I went to university, I would stretch my legs across my desk and stare at the mornings while I wrote down my thoughts to Him. Or lay sleepless in the night, pondering, sometimes praying.
I used to play the guitar in my room at home, and strum the same chord progressions because it would soothe my heart.
I remember in my final year, I told God my desire for a boyfriend. With all the specifics.
On my drives to work, I would talk to God. I remember my first day driving to work in Georgetown, so nervous I got lost.
Over the years, I laughed and cried and talked as though He were right beside me.
The conversations have lessened alot. Though I still feel Him.
I’ve missed talking to you, now I realise no one understands me the way I need them to, as much as you do.
Where’s what’s Important?
January 2, 2020 § Leave a comment
We went to breakfast, I had my coffee and nasilemak.
Upon settling down at my desk this morning, the usual round on my phone (replying messages, the checking what I missed on social media) my usual outcome, I came to a point, lately more pressed on time, that there is nothing important there for me.
Sadly I don’t receive updates from my friends and families, sharing their lives on the internet–when I can’t reach them. Though the main focus of Instagram has been to showcase beautiful pictures of our lives, it has just come down to sharing beautiful/attractive pictures devoid of meaning or in efforts to gain something.
So much beauty has marginalised and stifled actual good content: people’s actual sharing of their lives. I’ve stopped myself, of want to sound cooler, detached, in stead of my usual feeling and (over)-thinking self. It’s true that there is life outside of social media, where people are actually living.
(A thought one day)