> silent slumber
i actually had a shitteload of things to say, but now that i've logged-on - i can't remember any of them? "so why blog?" = well, becoz i've (1) already logged-on. and (2) i can't sleep. or rather the pain is too much for me to bear, and i haveta find other means and ways to induce sleep, if only to tire myself out, ya know? well itz 515am and i figured if im to be awake and all-perky+energetic-like for my meeting at 1pm, i gotta grab some zzzzs SOON, ya know? then i can charm everyone and they'll hire me in a heartbeat for their new movie and all will be well! heh. i wish. but why does everything haveta happen at the SAME BLOODY TIME? i really dunno what to do in instances like that anymore. things seemed easier before, but now, itz even harder to say YES then to dish a flat-out NO ... gawdknows i'd welcome MONEY, but DESPERATION doesn't really sit well with me ... and i'd like to think im spoilt-for-choices, but the reality is, there aren't that many choices out there for me; that agrees with me; in the first place! hhmm... and hence everyday is a surprise. who knows who might call? who knows who've recommended whom to who? who knows anymore? who knows, indeed .... aaahhhh..... whatever
and i still havent said what i wanted to say in the first place. maybe thatz just as well, for maybe somethings needn't be said. or rather say already also no use. and as much as itz lingering at the tips of your quivering lips, it escapes not and silence fills the air once more and the night carries it away with itz darkness and thine eyes close hence to the sweet lullaby of nothingness and the dulling scent of quietness. so delicious, you taste it naught. so peaceful, you feel it naught. and you sleep an eternal slumber, amongst the clouds of dreamsand you feel beneath your toes ... does it feel warm? and once again you forget, for the past is but a mirage of an oasis and the present a delicious drought dry to the lips harsh to thy throat and hence no need to talk or give excuses or lie or say anything you dun wanna say and the only thing you can do is sleep. are you asleep now? or are you awake, like me? ....
and i still havent said what i wanted to say in the first place. maybe thatz just as well, for maybe somethings needn't be said. or rather say already also no use. and as much as itz lingering at the tips of your quivering lips, it escapes not and silence fills the air once more and the night carries it away with itz darkness and thine eyes close hence to the sweet lullaby of nothingness and the dulling scent of quietness. so delicious, you taste it naught. so peaceful, you feel it naught. and you sleep an eternal slumber, amongst the clouds of dreamsand you feel beneath your toes ... does it feel warm? and once again you forget, for the past is but a mirage of an oasis and the present a delicious drought dry to the lips harsh to thy throat and hence no need to talk or give excuses or lie or say anything you dun wanna say and the only thing you can do is sleep. are you asleep now? or are you awake, like me? ....
