Update
Been a long long time. I almost wanted to give up lj and move elsewhere, it does not let me read my friends' entries as I cannot keep skipping to previous 10 or 20 odd entries on my friend's page. LJ this might be the undoing of you. The only reason I am still around is when I come back here, I find a younger, more confused, crazy, nostalgic me. It is quicksand like.
I have lived my life, made my peace, fought my wars, obsessed, laughed and given up. Things happened, they would anyways. I feel older, at a more relaxed place, I still love reading poetry, though most of my poetry sounds pretentious and wordy. I see it and want to run. If it was on paper, i would have unintentionally misplaced it, and never realised that it went missing. Writing is too private now. Somehow vulnerability makes me so conscious that I want to leave behind as little of myself as possible.
I have lived my life, made my peace, fought my wars, obsessed, laughed and given up. Things happened, they would anyways. I feel older, at a more relaxed place, I still love reading poetry, though most of my poetry sounds pretentious and wordy. I see it and want to run. If it was on paper, i would have unintentionally misplaced it, and never realised that it went missing. Writing is too private now. Somehow vulnerability makes me so conscious that I want to leave behind as little of myself as possible.