Sunday, March 18, 2012
yellow hearted @ 10:57 PM
outside, the sand storm's gone, my nose is running, from my window, it's clear. my nose's still running.
a couple of days ago, a good friend of mine told me she's working at my old middle school, i loathe it when my past comes to haunt me. though, good memories did survive- intense courtships of cartoon characters, being made fun of because i refused to wear a bra- i always had a see-through white shirt on, i have no idea why i was so hard-headed to bear my swellings. i remember my first real crush, my first perm and live performances.
outside, i see a car waiting for me. there's this contest i gotta work on, i better go.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
in the middle of my bed, i draw cotton spiders @ 7:06 AM
in a communion of buildings, a pharmacy is on the left, vegetables and other fluff to the right. saggy wrinkled old men drink shisha in the hallway, a man in a wheelchair hogs al-qabas newspaper, will the weight of the world pull him down? a part of me doesn't care.
i just want to paint. other people's business getting in the way of my own, uncool world.
the day slowly loses its place, i hope the dust storm calms down by tonight.
more school and routine tomorrow.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Marry the Future @ 11:17 AM
so, filling out my graduation papers i'm reminded of how fragile our existence really is. my guts, filled with excitement, slime, fear and anger.
i think about the future and pee a little, if i don't kill myself- i'll be graduating this summer.
going away doesn't sound bad, i don't want to jinx my luck and just start editting my cv good, gonna drink lemon beer until it ends.
breastfeeding on daydreams @ 10:29 AM
yesterday, i found myself wandering through a mall with three others, aimlessly petting the insides of our pockets, we had nothing to do, in search for a music player & maybe a new blazer and routine top.
no trouble there, it's easy to find tangible materials, i had a hard time finding my mojo. it feels like nothing inside, it's intense.
i thought i had found it this morning, something burned like fire inside, to be honest, i was constipated. i thought i had found it while in the kitchen, but it was dead, spicy onion rings.
i have been painting for a couple of hours, singing my brushes into a relatively realistic motion. it feels good, especially after my discovery last two weeks. my muse is with somebody else, i'm in love with a loser. splash!
outside, they're constructing two new apartments, it's always as if i've been living around drilling machines, six years really. these concrete giants are slowly blocking the sun from my window view, i'm way too boring to complain to our city hall.
remembering the two peanut butter cookies reem bought for me yesterday, my head passes by old daydreams. i'm hanging on by a thread.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
@ 12:57 AM