Back There

Everything written below was composed last last last last (actually, I lost count) day. I could kill ISP in a split second just to welcome a boastful DSL.


We are unutterbaly alone, essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important to us.
- somewhere in a book Kate told me.

Not now.

The spastic euphoria of the days of winter when
You came strolling with me, your smile bliss
At every intimacy you freckle on my head,
My heart, weak and swinging in bewilderment
Of we know back there

I giggled, I dreamed, I wonder
Cupid's darts you borrowed and fling on me
Spurting blood of vivacious excitement
You didn't know mutilating me of my identity
We wondered what back there

It didn't came to me until then
That flattery could torture
The schizophrenic highs lurking inside
Screaming with pity, screeching for meaning
Incog to you back there

With my apparent solitary
Self, I sang to myself the tenor
Of your cloudy swimming of obscurity
Tired, I packed destiny my faith
For elucidating what was back there

And with her, I bring back and rewrite
The story I painted with oblivion
Relish the excruciating flattery I
Endured, you smeared on
Me, going back there

KIMIE!

My acute disease goes back again and my poor little immune system will get hurt, bruises all over their soft little bodies. And why! My acute disease I never cured but let itself be healed. My acute disease now feeding on memories. Balik na naman tayo sa dati.. Oh well..

ARRR! I should never have told her. Anali, I have an emo now but quite cheesy to tell more than a single person. And that was enough. And I'm half sorry I told a human about this.

If I'm not wrong, I would play Tycho Brahe and Kimie will be Faraday.



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