Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Ants In The Room

The cards have been dealt and the elephant is gone. You exited the zoo kingdom, only to find yourself entering a new one. Maybe you should have stuck to the old one, maybe this one is not for you. Funny little creatures running around. At least the elephant was big enough to see.

Almost invisible, but they're still there. Still pestering you everywhere you go. And you can't seem to get rid of them. Pest control is not even an option. Yet somehow, ironically, you still enjoy their company because they remind you of the elephant, the one you drove away. Somehow, them being there makes you feel better, lighter.

Indeed, the room looks bigger and brighter now. Yet there are still shadows on the wall, shadows that are slowly creeping away. Not because you want them to, but because they have to. They have to go back to where they came from.

Because sometimes you'd rather have a room with an elephant in it than one pestered with ants. Sometimes in life, dealing with one big thing is way better than dealing with many small ones. But then again, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Lust, Love and Lollipops

The bitter sweet taste on your tongue leaves you craving more. And the more you have, the more you want. Your senses heightened, your dreams enchanted. But the blood coloured venom on your lower lip indicates otherwise. Pretty on the outside.

Void inside. A girl's innocence lost and fairy tales broken. Only to be fixed again. Summer breeze, sandy beaches and bliss suckers together with their uncanny naivety. So much for a happily ever after. It was so much simpler before.

Before all hell broke loose, before you became you and I became me, and before juices started flowing creatively and erratically.

Before lust evolved into love.

Before lollipops and their bitter sweet taste.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Happy Hour

So you're sitting at a bar drinking mojitos with nothing else on your mind except happy hour. Scratch that. Two hours. The only relationship you really care about is the one you have with the bartender. Your favourite song is now on and you feel like dancing. The only problem is that you're not really the dancing kind. You still go for it though, because blowing off steam (not to be confused with water vapour), is exactly what you need, exactly what you have been waiting for all along.

Bodies swaying sexily on the dance floor. No regular pattern. Beautiful chaos. The echoing laughter of the hopeless drunk, the captivating smile of the handsome stranger. Everyone reaching for that very same climax, that unreachable seventh cloud and the one next to it. Everyone attempting to get back lost time. Including you.

At the beach, the music is still echoing in your head. Looking up, you find yourself smiling because you knew you had this coming all along. Yet this was unforeseeable. The butterflies in your stomach are letting you know that it's going to be all right. And you believe them. How could you not?

But then you find yourself in your room on your bed. And suddenly you realise what this was all about - one microgram imagination combined to one microlitre wishful thinking. Increased by an order of magnitude.

For now.