Emotion Validation

To what do I owe the fallibility of my emotions? Perception is skewed to one's position against time and space, while the heart leaps or sinks according to its own tenets. And I, frozen with guilt, find myself suspended where there is neither comfort nor deliverance.

Polar

The world cut in two parts that never meet: one ending where the other begins, each life existing where the other does not.

You and me

It is one hauntingly beautiful moment when you realize just how much you love a woman. And how the power of that love can paint your life differently from what you had ever imagined.

Growing pains

How I wish that growing up transpired during one's sleep. To live through it is a painful process, a constant motion towards endings that bear the threat of finding yourself alone.

Where I never thought I'd be

At the end of the day, I sometimes can't help but feel that I have neither control of my life, nor the slightest influence on its whereabouts. 'Going with the flow' has never been a strength; neither has dependence on fate, or the skill of free-falling. Does one ever feel comfortable with letting go?

Still a long way to go

I have stopped wondering where my days go, and have instead been inclined to thinking, "Can't they go by any faster??" Exhaustion makes light of the passage of time and the wasting away of days.

For want of something more

What happens after the object of desire is conquered?

I am guilty of the sin of desire. I covet, I long, I am tempted. I give in to temptation full force (for I am either all or nothing), only to have the desire dissipate in my grasp. The excitement is in the chase, they say – the adrenaline pumps your mind into a frenzy, and the body moves to stake its claim.

But when the object of desire stops wriggling beneath you, once your body has sucked the mystery out of its bones, you are left with the skeleton of dream. Full of myth and promise, you fail to remember that it is but a mirroring of yourself, and of your vulnerability to death. And what does one do in the face of death? We prowl for new bodies to conquer, we yearn for that which will quench our thirst. Sometimes, if we try hard enough, we can imagine the fresh, warm blood as our own, and make ourselves believe that we are alive once again.

Life in a box

If you could watch someone's life from the other side of a one-way mirror, whose life would it be?

Jolly Bar gang