Writing Experiment Attempt No. 2

Just how many wheel turns make a journey? a journey that leaves enough tire tracks to get somewhere and back. is that journey enough to define a life? to think of all the dawns that will take that life to wake up and step up. But in the end, it is how many lives can a man live in order to be remembered by.

-Kim


"No wonder you're not going anywhere" said the mailman when, after third time this week, he saw me sitting in the porch with my bags ready and the image of a charismatic and dazzling young lady in a worn out greenish Polaroid picture. True three attempts in just one week seem as pretty determined person to leave his life behind, and yet still I hold on to my little side of the road, my little piece of the sidewalk, my little piece of comfort and familiarity. I'm happy here, willing to wait a bit more till I'm ready to go and embark on that never ending travel that once started, will never stop. Won't stop until I find myself once again in my little piece of land, little space of comfort i like to call love.

-Sam

The man I were, the man I am

I find myself once again drifting into other waters. Uncharted waters that make me self conscious about my life and my safety. I found something in a place i never even imagined to look for, i found a new definition of me not in my thoughts but in somebody else's. An amazing discovery for someone who thought nobody could define what he was/is/will be due to the fact that nobody ever cared closely enough to look for it, for him, for a deeper intention to define what I am to others. Yet there she came, with less than a mouthful of words defining what I am to her and thus defining what I can be to others. My eyes opened to realization, to a better understanding through those small, bright, cheerful, sunny eyes. I was scared of being Him, that person who is admired by his way of life, who stands for what others won't, who deserves what he gets, until I realized in a small and imperfect way I had become Him. Now I fear, I fear not being Him at all times, falling back into what others are and not what I am. Yet he wants to be me, be with me everyday, every time.

Shoreline

He opened the little note she left by the table near the door. "You make me feel small when you're near me". Her coat still laying in the sofa, her warmth still haunting it. He left without even refilling his precious coffee mug, without reading the regular morning headlines, without taking the soothing hot morning bath he worshiped. By the shore he found her, by the shore she cried. "You make me feel small when you're near me" she uttered under her cold visible breath, a tear to make her colder inside, to make the words pierce harder. "You make me feel big when you're near me" he finally opened without any fear of rejection, without any fear of deception.

If you want me to break down and give you the keys I can do that but I can’t let you leave.

The morning shoreline witnessed the purification of words, the final retraction of hurts, the forever mysterious way of redeeming love. It witnessed us.

It's About Time

Barcelona-It's about time

One more day down these stairs
His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
He holds tight, he stares
It’s almost over and it’s running through his head
They don’t know me, they don’t know more than I show

She’s walking up to him so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause she’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day

One more smile, one more bed
Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
She’s so still, she’s dead
She knows it’s over, she holds her head and says,
They can’t love me, they can’t love what I don’t show

He’s walking up to her so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause he’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more

There’ve been to many times when I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you

I’m walking up to you so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day

Lost Playground

This next text along with the last entry are part of a literary experiment if you will of taking one picture and writing about it. What came out we're totally different stories out of the same starting point.

With the last splash of a rememberance wave, One goes back to the sandy playground. -The playground on which the sun shone as brightly as the moon gleams tonight- Thought One. One realises that the salty air brings back memories of dirty hands and green-scraped knees; beacons of paradise lost.The high pitched giggles and cackles One can hear in the echoes made by the cold steel tubes, can only be matched in warmth by the loud pink sunsets that saw them run away into mornings of deep blue skies.One rose those mornings to be raised a man, and somehow, lost the hang of it along the way. One's core feelings have never been as intense as those gravity-defying sensations cartwheels and tumbles gave him, One reflects.Yet, One chose it to be so. Took the last plunge down from the slide. Not as much Them pushing as One letting go. Still, One knows, reminded as one is by the sway of the swings, that the only thing it takes to set things right, is a 360° turn around the world.

-Kim Piaget

Empty carousel, cold wet end.

She finnally gathered the strength to walk back. The town she was so familiar with, dissapeared in mere seconds. Houses full of ghosts migrated in, they filled the newly desert states and mansions. An aristocracy of living dead, washed away memories now paraded the streets in black cars and white carts. She walked through streets witnessing the desolation of a town sucked out of life into oblivion. The caroussel spinned away screeching out of desperation, out of lonliness, her tears answered with a bitter cry of their own. All her lives, all her loves, all her songs faded as she walked the lonliest mile she ever would traverse in this living life. She arrived at the peer. The sea raged with despair, flled with cries it stored, with tears it once soaked. She let it go, let herself go, let her memory go, let her cry go, let her life go. The waters soaked her in, caressed her white linen dress, forever embracing her into a life of tears, into a dance of fears. Forever lost, forever united with her lover, with her cold, wet, dying lover. The sea calmed. Finnally the deed done, over it was.

Let the stress begin

I've realized that i don't think i need you anymore. Constant self examination and wise advise from close friends has led me to believe i don't like you like you. I just like what you mean to me, I hope its true. I was obsessed over what we could be together, without first think if we could be together. Guess we can't. I don't want to pressure myself into something that is fruitless and empty. We can't even hold a conversation by ourselves for more than ten minutes. I remember we could, not anymore though. I'm at peace now, you go on ahead and idealize who ever you're infatuated about this time, guys 10000 miles from here never disappoint, until you have to meet them again. Hope you're right this time. I'm good now. We'll just have to wait and see what happens when i see you again. Hopefully nothing. Hopefully.

She comes into the kitchen with her usual morning stuck face. She didn't sleep well yesterday I could hear her all night moving around in bed. I prepared the cereal and the milk, she pours a bowl of cherrios, that's her favorite. She finishes her cereal and looks up to me trying to find my gaze over her. -Are you ok? did you sleep well? I say.-I had bad dreams again, she replies.-It's ok you're up now, trying too hard to make her feel ok, I really don't know how to deal with this.-Guess so. she answers. Do you wanna go to school today? you feeling alright? she gives me the look of a six year old who craves morning cartoons and staying in PJ's all morning. We can stay today i finally tell her.-No stress today?. No, no stress today baby.