Flooded Feelings

Archive for March 2009

afraid.

Posted by: curiousee on: March 30, 2009

i am afraid of what would happen when i’ve used all the words. what will happen when there isn’t any more to write, to say, to convey or most importantly, to touch. i am afraid to think of what will happen when i’ve used all there is to use. what will happen when i’ve no [...]

journey

Posted by: curiousee on: March 28, 2009

i went to Brighton yesterday. and though the place itself is very different, interesting and beautiful in its own special way, i find myself remembering the journey instead.
i went to Brighton yesterday. and yet, it was not the destination that makes my heart ache with flowing fluid of words. instead, it was the journey. oh, [...]

the most childish of things…

Posted by: curiousee on: March 18, 2009

the most absurd, ridiculous, laughable and childish of things, somehow seem to be so very important to me. i get affected, restless and uniquely happy for the simplest, most random and weirdest of situations and people. sometimes it scares me a lot but nowadays…i like what i like, and i can’t help it.
Ida

holding on, letting go and many other tangled things…

Posted by: curiousee on: March 14, 2009

Holding On
It is the 100th day. Since Mak Ngah passed away. And everything seem to be back to its usual conditions. Life falls back on its road, movement cease to stop and we are holding on. Often, when I feel like everything is back to how it usually was, I am reminded of home and [...]

your wind.

Posted by: curiousee on: March 9, 2009

i am your wind. she’s your air.
i am your wind. you cannot see me but you feel me. when i come to you, my presence is so strong that all you do is feel me. i mess up your hair, blow to your coat and i envelop you with what is me. i am the [...]

weak.

Posted by: curiousee on: March 4, 2009

words make me weak.
i can surpass everything and anything but not words.
beautiful words not matter how chaotically it is constructed, makes me weak.
my heart is weak for words.
therefore come, and break it with words. and only words.
Ida

worthy.

Posted by: curiousee on: March 3, 2009

i was angry at him for he cherishes her even more than he seemed. her significance in his life is too big, too strong, too powerful. for a man that scoffs at the notion of love, it is surprising to see him find comfort to that imaginary warmth that is no longer the truth. i [...]

fortunate.

Posted by: curiousee on: March 2, 2009

because i wish to understand this thoroughly, one day.