Untitled 1/1/12

A number

Buried faster than it could die

No mournful goodbyes or

grief stricken widows weeping their loss.

There is just me

unsure of where I lie,

Somewhere In the past,

In the clasp of memory-

Dead and rotting

Yet to me

a spring, sweet smelling.


Meaningless words lost unto

the dogs of men

and bitches of reality.

via tumblr http://renutva.tumblr.com/post/15396804328


10 thoughts on “Untitled 1/1/12

  1. a French guy once told me, if the pain does not kill you, it will make you stronger. i’m waiting for the moment when the sun rises for you =)

      • for some reason, we psychologically deny it, but for some odd reason we revel in pain… most of our strongest feelings are embodied in pain… and we tend to find our real selves in it…
        The Bittersweet predicament I guess… so I guess I’d say… “more pain”?

  2. “most of our strongest feelings are embodied in pain… and we tend to find our real selves in it…” AGREE. the bittersweet. but emotionally i’d rather act as a kid to refuse the pain.. “god, no pain, no pain, no pain..” πŸ˜€

    • well… doesn’t change reality… πŸ™‚ … we are suckers for pain… and for some kinda weird reason… we relish it…

      deny it all you want though… lol

      this conversation has reached an infinite loop… πŸ™‚

  3. lol, then let’s stop it.
    p.s. you should not get up that early in the morning to post on wordpress.. πŸ˜‰

    • was having a sleepless nite… but I think its also because of the time difference… I live in Dubai… and you in Shanghai rite?
      Oh no that’s not it, you are 4 hours ahead of me…
      That boils it down to the insomnia… πŸ™‚

  4. ohh, you live in Dubai? that sounds a very interesting place πŸ˜€ i’m not sure, but probably it’s 4 hours difference between D & S.

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