Oh, Roxannee ♥.
on the face of it,

i'm kooky.


like a coffin nail ;



i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped. arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me.

3:28 PM, COS SOMEHOW I KNOW WE'LL HIT THE TRACK, AND RUN TO THAT PLACE, NEVER TO COME BACK
Saturday, July 26, 2008

SLAP ME PLEASE? AHAH.
Narrow Eyes.

Thats where i want us to be. To start there and Arrive somewhere else.

I was feeling in the pits yesterday. So tired, so lazy. Partly from playing floorball during P.E. HAHA, it was great fun shouting out HER name (oh, u guys know who!), only to realise later that she was in the room we were nearest to. Cool or WHAT! Well, ditching the fatigue, i still went down backstage and did stuff to uh, help out. Okay, its more to the making noise side. Esyadd and Fashelle f*cken KECOH please. And i swear someone upfront shushed us. HAHA, whatEVER. But it was hilarious the way we would look at each other in our eye-bulging manner whenever the speaker at the front stops speaking. HAHA.

Nowadays, everything is pissing me off. The simple things that simple people do. The impromptu and the spontaneous way of people reacting. Just everything, really. I found myself making stupid rounds around nowhere yesterday. Just being very aimless. I found myself revealing my CK garment to everyone too. Just for the sake of being silly. And I found myself taking the long way home. WHEN i was having blisters on my heels. It seems that i cant seem to find the energy in me. Things piss me off, but i cant find the zest to stand up, and fight back. WHY? Whats missing?

I think i wanna run away too. I wanna hit that track and run so far away they cant find us even if they tried. I want us to be alone, where no one would have the tongue to talk about whats not right.

I want to have no feelings, to feel no anger, to taste no jealousy, to absorb only happiness, and to linger over the love that you'll bask me in. I want to quit this denial, to throw this mask of pretence away, to train my eyes to see past doors, to push myself to get through to you.

I hover over that accidental touch we had, accidental's the word but i'm telling you, there was the presence of pleasure. AND i felt the intensity pulling and tugging on my breath, forcing my pulsating beats to fall off the edge.

I guess i'm on my own now, but this is a call to you. If you wanna run away, baby bring me along, i wanna follow too. :(